They are waiting for something, though I don't know what, and she may be sent to the navy yard to-morrow; and then it will be too late for us to do anything." "But to-night--that is rather hurried," added Mulgate, musing.
Very likely he was thinking of the beautiful Miss Florry in the elegant mansion a short distance up the river.

Without a doubt he was Major Pierson, since the naval officer had addressed him by this name and title.

He had often met the young lady at Glenfield Plantation, and possibly his sudden visit to the North had not been without some thought of her.

However it may have been with her, he was at least very much interested in Miss Florry.
The fact that she was a "Yankee" did not make her less beautiful, and it did not make her any the less the daughter of a millionnaire.

No one could say that he was mercenary, however, and no one could say why he was not as deeply interested in the daughter of the planter, for she was hardly less beautiful, though her father was not considered a millionnaire, to say nothing of a ten-millionnaire.