It was on the ninth day of their passage down the Bay, and just at sunset, that Captain Brewster came into the cabin and informed the lady that they were approaching Brande’s Headland. Estelle put on her bonnet and mantle, and followed by Susan, went up on deck, and looked out for her future home. And there, a mile to the right, before them loomed the dark and dreary Headland, crowned with its ancient trees and half-ruined house. Their baggage was already in the boat that was waiting to take them to the shore. The captain assisted the lady and her maid to descend, and followed them into it, the oarsmen plied their oars, and in twenty minutes they reached the shore. The captain handed his passengers to the beach, ordered the baggage taken out, and finally came up to the lady, expressed his regret at her departure, bade her adieu, and re-entered his boat which was rowed rapidly back to the ship. And, Estelle, and her maid, were left standing alone in the twilight on the beach. CHAPTER XVI. PURSUIT. “Oh! thou lost And ever gentle lady—whose most fearful Fate darkens earth and Heaven—where thou now art I know not—but if thou now saw’st what I am, I think thou would’st relent.”—_Byron._ The same evening Lord Montressor sat alone in his private apartment in the City Hotel. He looked pale and worn. A month had passed since his arrival in Baltimore, and notwithstanding his utmost endeavors, he had discovered no clue to his lost bride. He had come to the conclusion that she had left the city, and this evening he had formed the resolution, to leave the next morning for New York. While thus he sat in moody silence, neglecting the evening paper that lay upon the table beside him, the door opened, and Gridley, his lordship’s valet, presented himself. Gridley was a grave, respectable-looking, middle-aged man, rather bald-headed and stout, clothed in black, and having quite the air of a high-church clergyman. “Well, Gridley?” “Well, my lord! I have most important information for your lordship,” said his lordship’s gentleman, pompously. “Speak! what is it? Any thing in regard to your lady?” exclaimed Lord Montressor, rising anxiously. “Yes, my lord! If ever I saw Lady Montressor in my life, I saw her ladyship come out of a house and enter a carriage to-night.” “At what hour? Where? Speak, man, in the name of Heaven!” “From number ten —— street.” “You are sure?” “As the carriage drove off and the people who had opened the house door for her ladyship, went in and shut it, I ran up the steps and took the number.” “And then?” “I ran down again as fast as I could and went after the carriage at the height of my speed. But though I walked so fast, the carriage which was driven very rapidly, distanced me, and rolled out of my sight.” “In what direction?” “Toward the wharves, my lord.”