She started up, only half awake and much bewildered, and demanded:
“Who is there?”
“Sister, it is I. I have come to tell you that we are anchored in New York harbor,” answered the voice of Justin.
With an irrepressible cry of joy Britomarte sprang up, and with hands trembling with delight, began to dress herself. She was as much overjoyed by the announcement as though she had not been confidently expecting it. She was soon dressed and out on deck, where Justin advanced to meet her.
“And all the land is rejoicing in the news of the glorious victory just gained!” he said as he led her on where she could see the forest of shipping in the harbor, and the forest of spires in the great city beyond.
“Thank Heaven! Thank Heaven!” she fervently exclaimed, with a heart too full to utter another word.
“The tide of war has turned, my sister. And the whole city is rejoicing in the news of a glorious victory,” repeated Justin.
“You told me that before. Yes, I heard you, and I thank Heaven for that also. This victory, Justin! Is it a final one?”
“I dare not say that. But the precursor of a final one, we may venture to predict.”
“And where was it gained?”