He felt that he was beginning a new career, one in which neither greed nor passion must betray him.

It was the "third call" of Fortune, and he had wisely decided upon a golden silence.

"If I had only met the favored Justine, instead of that withered Aspasia, Euphrosyne, then, the girl's heart might have been easily made mine," was the unavailing regret of the handsome Major.

"If I could have come out with them," he sighed.

He well knew the softening effect upon romantic womanhood of a long sea voyage where the willing winds sway the softer emotions of the breast, and the trembling woman is defenseless against the perfidious darts of Cupid.
"My time will come," he murmured as the train rushed along through the incense breathing plantations.