“We have talked it over, and Webster has promised to throw in his lot with me, though I am afraid it will be a fearful loss of time to him.”
“This man has no imagination, Miss Anstrade,” said Webster, with a faint smile; “but as for me, I thoroughly believe in this mountain of gold that awaits us, and look upon my fortune as already made.”
“Ah! yes, it is there; and how happy you will be seeking for it, strong in your friendship and confident in your strength, while I—I must go back to the old life, a prey to my thoughts.” She brought her brows together in a frown, and then leant back in her chair with an air of depression.
“I am afraid,” said Frank slowly, “there’s little romance awaiting us, and little pleasure, for the difficulties are great.”
“Still, you will be together, and the joy of companionship compensates. When do you go?”
“By the first opportunity after you sail, Miss Anstrade.”
“So,” she said, with a sob, “you abandon me—leave me to go back alone among strangers, with my memory!”
“We will return with you, madam, if you wish it; but we could be of no further assistance to you, else, be sure, we would not have thought of our plans.”
“But I have money yet, and could equip another ship.”
“Yes, madam; but the war in Brazil is near its end. The news was brought yesterday. The Government has triumphed.”