"I will marry him when he comes back." "Thank God!" is the old man's acknowledgment.

"You have saved our fortunes." The girl sighs, and then, with a little touch of that demure irony which we had seen in her years before, says: "I trust we have not lost our honour." "Why, you love him, do you not?
There is no one you care for more than George Gering ?" "I suppose not," is her reply, but the tone is enigmatical.
While this scene is on, another appears in Cheapside, London.

A man of bold and vigorous bearing comes from the office of a well-known solicitor.

That very morning he had had an interview with the King, and had been reminded with more exactness than kindness that he had cost King Charles a ship, scores of men, and thousands of pounds, in a fruitless search for buried treasure in Hispaniola.

When he had urged his case upon the basis of fresh information, he was drily told that the security was too scant, even for a king.