Without explaining any thing, Captain Passford took his daughter's trunk, carried it to the window, and then dropped it upon the lawn beneath.
"Now, Florry, I want you to get out at this window; and you can easily step down upon the trunk," continued the owner of the Bellevite.
"Get out of the window, papa ?" demanded the maiden, with a look of intense astonishment at her father.
"Do just as I tell you, my child, and don't ask any questions now; for all will be explained to your satisfaction," replied he, as he assisted her to a chair, by which she mounted to the window-stool.
She dropped lightly down upon the trunk, which had been placed in a convenient position for her, and then to the ground.

Her father followed her; though he stopped long enough to close the window after him, and leave every thing as it had been before.
"I think I can understand something about it, papa," said Florry, as the captain joined her.

"But am I to leave this house, where I have been for six months, without saying good-by to uncle or aunt ?" "Not a word to any one, my child.

I am sorry it must be so; but this is a time of war, and I have no time to stand on ceremonies," replied her father, as he picked up the trunk, and tossed it on his shoulder as though he had done that kind of work before.
He walked off with a firm step, in spite of his burden, taking the nearest way to the wharf where he had left the Bellevite.

The distance was considerable, and the millionnaire was obliged to stop and rest two or three times; and, though Florry insisted upon helping him, he would not allow her to do so.