Ethelston was completely puzzled by this playful tone of banter, in one whom he had last seen under a paroxysm of passion, and in whose dark eye there yet lurked an expression which he could not define; but he resolved to continue the conversation in the same spirit, and replied, “I would not blame you for this act of filial disobedience; and though no longer your father’s prisoner, I would, if I escaped, ever remain his friend.” “And would you show no gratitude to the lady who effected your release?” “I owe her already more—far more, than I can pay; and, for this last crowning act of her generosity and kindness, I would—“ As he hesitated, she inquired, abruptly, “You would what, Ethelston?” For a moment she had forgotten the part she was acting; and both the look that accompanied these words, and the tone in which they were pronounced, reminded him that he stood on the brink of a volcanic crater. “I would give her any proof of my gratitude that she would deign to accept, yes _any_,” he repeated earnestly, “even to life itself, knowing that she is too noble and generous to accept aught at my hands which faith and honour forbid me to offer.” Nina turned aside for a moment, overcome by her emotion; but recovering herself quickly, she added, in her former tone of pleasantry, “She will not impose any hard conditions; but to the purpose; has your sailor–eye noticed a certain little schooner anchored in the harbour?” “What!” said Ethelston, eagerly, “a beautiful craft, of about twenty tons, on the other side of the bay?” “Even the same.” “Surely I have! She is American built, and swims like a duck.” “Well then,” replied Nina, “I think I shall do no great harm in restoring her to an American! How many men should you require to manage her?” “I could sail her easily with one able seaman, besides my black friend Cupid.” “Then,” said Nina, “I propose to lend her to you; you may send her back at your convenience; and I will also provide you an able seaman: write me a list of the stores and articles which you will require for the trip, and send it me in an hour’s time: prepare your own baggage, and be ready upon the shortest notice. It is now my turn to command, and yours to obey. Good–b’ye, Mr. Mentor.” So saying, she kissed her hand to him, and withdrew.