It was a long hour before mental exhilaration yielded to bodily fatigue and permitted him to sink to sleep, and then his slumber was disturbed by exciting dreams of wealth and grandeur; and, after a restless and perturbed night, he was early awakened by the carolling of a sweet, joyous voice under his window. He knew that voice, and he slipped out of bed, went to the window, and, concealing himself in the curtains, peeped out. First of all, out at sea, he saw his ship, still riding safely at anchor. Then, on the rose-terrace below, stood Etoile, her graceful little shoulders wrapped in a blue silk mantle to protect them from the early morning dampness. Julius hastened to make his toilet and descend to the portico. As soon as she heard the door open, and saw the visitor come out, she turned and came dancing up the steps to greet him. Mr. Luxmore saw by her manner that she knew nothing of the calamitous intelligence he had the night before revealed to Monsieur De L’Ile. He thought as she came toward him that she looked far more beautiful in the morning light than she had seemed the evening previous. She was but eleven years old, yet well grown and well developed for that age. There was in her fair young beauty a look of unsunned newness and freshness delightful to contemplate. She came up carolling, but ceased her song to say: “I am so glad you came down so early, Mr. Luxmore. The sun is rising. Oh, come see it over my sunrise shore!” “With pleasure,” said Julius. “From what point shall we view it?” “Oh, from the eastern extremity of the rose-terrace, here—where there is nothing to intercept the view,” she said, dancing down the steps, and leading the way. Julius followed, whither she led, to the eastern end of the terrace, where they stood under an arch of multifloras. “There; look out over the water. Look at the glorious world beyond!” she said exultingly. From the height on which they stood the ground descended in a succession of gentle undulating green hills, down to the pearly beach, whence the broad blue waters rolled sparkling away toward the far distant “sunrise shore,” which looked, under the glorious morning light, like the very foundations of the celestial city. “See, oh see!—if all the precious stones that ever were created were fused and streamed along the orient, they could not burn and glow and radiate and flash like that!—could they? Look, oh look! first along the blue water, a long line of silvery light; then golden, then ruby, then topaz, then sapphire, then all the colors of the rainbow flushing the clouds. Ah! that shore! shall I ever set my foot upon that shore,” she breathed with intense aspiration. “Ay, that you shall, my pretty one! I promise you.” “Oh! have you that power, sir?” she exclaimed, turning quickly and flashing upon him a sudden, penetrating gaze. “Aye, I have that power, fair one, else I should not now be here.” “But tell me how is that?”