To-morrow morning we sail.

We post to London--get the money; same day to Paris--get the money; straight on to Marseilles, and sail for Sicily.

There we can take breath." He spoke rapidly, but calmly.

She heard and understood every word.
"I wish we could sail to-night," she said.
"Plenty of time--plenty of time," answered Abel.

"And why be so anxious for so long a journey ?" "It seems long to you, too ?" "Why, yes; it will be long.