Well, I have often wished to see a storm at sea." His father did not answer, but looked gloomily on at the gathering darkness in front.

He was full of fears for his son's safety, but it was not his nature to speak openly of any tender feelings.

His late confession, although it had comforted and soothed him, was yet a mystery to himself, and he thought of it with a kind of awkward surprise and something like resentment.

He was, however, unusually talkative and even gentle as they drove on together.

When at last he had seen Cardo fairly off in the coach, with his luggage piled on the top, he turned homewards with a heavy foreboding at his heart.
Should he ever see his son again?
Had he sent him from his native land to be lost to him for ever?
And how willingly he had given in to his father's wishes! But, certainly there was nothing to attract him to his home--nothing but his love for a surly old father! "A fine fellow!" he soliloquised, with a side jerk of his head.