“Where did he die? Tell me all, Richard, for there may be words and events that seem trivial to you that will be full of meaning to me.”
“Last March I went to Mexico on business of importance, and passing one morning through the Grand Plaza, I thought a figure slowly sauntering before me was a familiar one. It went into a small office for the exchange of foreign money, and, as I wanted some exchange, I followed. To my surprise the man seemed to be the proprietor; he went behind the counter into a room, but on my touching a bell reappeared. It was Antony. The moment our eyes met, we recognized each other, and after a slight hesitation, I am sure that he was thankful and delighted to see me. I was shocked at his appearance. He looked fifty years of age, and had lost all his color, and was extremely emaciated. We were soon interrupted, and he promised to come to my hotel and dine with me at six o’clock.
“I noticed at dinner that he ate very little, and that he had a distressing and nearly constant cough, and afterward, as we sat on the piazza, I said, ‘Let us go inside, Antony; there is a cold wind, and you have a very bad cough.’
“‘O, it is nothing,’ he answered fretfully. ‘The only wonder is that I am alive, after all I have been made to suffer. Stronger men than I ever was fell and died at my side. You are too polite, Richard, to ask me where I have been; but if you wish to hear, I should like to tell you.’
“I answered, ‘You are my friend and my brother, Antony; and whatever touches you for good or for evil touches me also. I should like to hear all you wish to tell me.’
“‘It is all evil, Richard. You would hear from Elizabeth that I was obliged to leave England?’
“‘Yes, she told me.’
“‘How long have you been married?’ he asked me, sharply; and when I said, ‘We are not married; Elizabeth wrote and said she had a duty to perform which might bind her for many years to it, and it alone,’ your brother seemed to be greatly troubled; and asked, angrily, ‘And you took her at her word, and left her in her sorrow alone? Richard, I did not think you would have been so cruel!’ And, my darling, it was the first time I had thought of our separation in that light. I attempted no excuses to Antony, and, after a moment’s reflection, he went on:
“‘I left Whitehaven in a ship bound for Havana, and I remained in that city until the spring of 1841. But I never liked the place, and I removed to New Orleans at that time. I had some idea of seeing you, and opening my whole heart to you; but I lingered day after day unable to make up my mind. At the hotel were I stayed there were a number of Texans coming and going, and I was delighted with their bold, frank ways, and with the air of conquest and freedom and adventure that clung to them. One day I passed you upon Canal Street. You looked so miserable, and were speaking to the man with whom you were in conversation so sternly, that I could not make up my mind to address you. I walked a block and returned. You were just saying, “If I did right, I would send you to the Penitentiary, sir;” and I had a sudden fear of you, and, returning to the hotel, I packed my valise and took the next steamer for Galveston.’
“I answered, ‘I remember the morning, Antony; the man had stolen from me a large sum of money. I was angry with him, and I had a right to be angry.’