Carlota was beside herself with joy at seeing the wanderers safe. She first cast herself upon Juana, and cried over her; then embraced the Ensign, who made no scruple of kissing her; lastly, threw herself tenderly upon the Major, who gazed over her head as it lay on his shoulder with a dismayed expression, moving his arms uneasily, as if he didn't know what he was expected to do with them. Every moment it was becoming clearer to him that he was a compromised man, no longer his own property. On his way through the streets that morning he had passed a knot of officers, one of whom he overheard describing "Old Flinders" as "a sly old boy," for that he "had run away with a devilish handsome Spaniard--who would have thought it?" "Ay, who indeed!" groaned the Major, internally. But the seal was put to his doom by the Colonel, who, when he went to report himself, slapped him on the shoulder, and congratulated him on his happiness. "Fine woman, I hear, Flinders--didn't give you credit for such spirit--hope you'll be happy together." The Major, muttering an inarticulate denial, hastily retreated, and from that moment surrendered himself to his fate an unresisting victim. About dusk that night, Owen came to him. "By heavens!" the Ensign began, throwing himself into a chair, "I'm the most unlucky scoundrel! Nothing goes right with me. I promised myself that this should be my wedding-night--and here I am, as forlorn a bachelor as ever." "What has gone wrong?" inquired my grandfather, removing his pipe from his mouth. "I pressed her with all my eloquence," said Owen; "reminded her of her promise to marry me the day we should arrive here--of the necessity of caring for her reputation, after leaving her father's house and coming here under my protection" (here my grandfather winced;) "talked, in fact, like an angel who had been bred a special pleader--yet it was all of no use." "Deliberating about marriage!" said the Major, "after leaving her father and lover for you! What gnat can she be straining at, after swallowing a camel of such magnitude?" "A piece of female Quixotry," returned Owen. "She says she can't think of such selfishness as being comfortably married herself, while Carlota is so unhappy, and her fate so unsettled." Here he made a significant pause; but my grandfather was immovably silent, only glancing nervously at him, and smoking very hard. "In fact, she protests she won't hear of marrying me, till you have settled when you will marry Carlota." "Marry Carlota!" gasped the Major in an agonised whisper. "Why, you don't mean to say you're not going to marry her!" exclaimed the Ensign, throwing a vast quantity of surprise into his expressive countenance. "Why--why, what should I marry her for?" stammered the Major. "Oh, Lord!" said Garry, "here will be pleasant news for her! Curse me if I break it to her." "But really now, Frank," the Major repeated--"marriage, you know--why, I never thought of such a thing."