I fear I shall be forced to suspend payment." "Have you no friends who could assist you ?" Morrel smiled mournfully.
"In business, sir," said he, "one has no friends, only correspondents." "It is true," murmured the Englishman; "then you have but one hope." "But one." "The last ?" "The last." "So that if this fail"-- "I am ruined,--completely ruined!" "As I was on my way here, a vessel was coming into port." "I know it, sir; a young man, who still adheres to my fallen fortunes, passes a part of his time in a belvidere at the top of the house, in hopes of being the first to announce good news to me; he has informed me of the arrival of this ship." "And it is not yours ?" "No, she is a Bordeaux vessel, La Gironde; she comes from India also; but she is not mine." "Perhaps she has spoken to the Pharaon, and brings you some tidings of her ?" "Shall I tell you plainly one thing, sir?
I dread almost as much to receive any tidings of my vessel as to remain in doubt.

Uncertainty is still hope." Then in a low voice Morrel added,--"This delay is not natural.

The Pharaon left Calcutta the 5th February; she ought to have been here a month ago." "What is that ?" said the Englishman.

"What is the meaning of that noise ?" "Oh, oh!" cried Morrel, turning pale, "what is it ?" A loud noise was heard on the stairs of people moving hastily, and half-stifled sobs.
Morrel rose and advanced to the door; but his strength failed him and he sank into a chair.

The two men remained opposite one another, Morrel trembling in every limb, the stranger gazing at him with an air of profound pity.