"I will go at once," said the captain, with eagerness. "I will tell him that, and"—he looked at her dress—"can I not take something in the shape of credentials? Ah, give me that rose at your bosom—you wore it when he saw you?"
Violet nodded, and commenced to unfasten it.
"Ah, he will remember it, without doubt," said the captain.
"Give him this," said Violet, in a low voice, taking out a lily from her little bouquet. "It will mean no more than I would have it mean—peace."
"I will," said the captain, snatching up his hat; "and rely upon my haste."
Then, with an affectionate nod, full of refined sympathy, he departed on his mission of peace-making.
The lily he stuck into his buttonhole, ready for use at the proper moment.
As he left the house, the stable clock struck ten.
Now, the captain did not want to see Mr. Leicester for at least an hour and a half.