“You may be proved to be right—in case that the Bishops’ Bench establish the legality of the first union. But, Miss Brande, since, as it appears, you know Estelle, since you have conversed with her, and received her confidence, you must also be aware that the doubt which rests upon the legality of her first marriage, is not her only reason for sequestering herself.” “I know it; but it is the most important one; let it be removed, and it rests with your lordship to make her forget or forsake the other. _And you will do so._” Lord Montressor smiled. There was something so confident, so animating, so inspiring in the cheerful faith of this good and brave girl. He greatly needed more satisfaction in regard to Estelle, but he felt that he could not in justice or generosity seek intelligence of Barbara, who had said that to give him more information on the subject would involve a breach of confidence. He cordially expressed his gratitude for the friendly interest she had taken in his cause, and with a promise to repeat his visit, bade her adieu. He returned to his hotel to reflect upon his future course. The next day he called up his valet, and said: “Go and search for a vessel about to sail for England.” “My lord, the vessel in which we came, the Petrel, is bound for Liverpool in a few days,” replied the man. “Ah, is that so? Miss Brande told me nothing of the sort yesterday. However,” added his lordship mentally, “we were too closely engaged in talking of another matter.” “It is true, however, my lord; the Petrel is advertised for Liverpool.” “Oh, yes! probably Miss Brande took it for granted that I had seen the notice, and knew all about it. Go down to the docks, then, and secure berths in the Petrel. Or, stay, remain here, and pack up; I will go down to the vessel to engage a passage,” said Lord Montressor, who was not only well pleased to have this excuse for visiting Barbara, but also delighted with the prospect of returning to England in her vessel in her company. A rapid walk brought him to the docks. A little skiff took him alongside the Petrel, upon the deck of which stood the handsome Amazon, busily engaged in giving her orders.