CHAPTER VI.
Mr.Fitzgerald lingered on the wharf till the vessel containing his treasure was no longer visible.

Then he returned to the carriage, and was driven to his hotel.

Notwithstanding a day of very unusual excitement and fatigue, when he retired to rest he felt no inclination to sleep.

Rosabella floated before him as he had first seen her, a radiant vision of beauty surrounded by flowers.

He recalled the shy pride and maidenly modesty with which she had met his ardent glances and impassioned words.