"The only man I can trust to leave a ball at midnight to get a ship ready for sailing. It will be a dear affair though."
Clary laughed.
"Mr. Mortimer, am I rich enough to pay this Wharton?"
"Oh, with your fortune you could buy a thousand Whartons."
"And he will do all I ask of him?"
"Yes."
"Good! Wharton is my man. One thing more, Mr. Mortimer. You have the confidence of my family. I will give you a power of attorney to do with my fortune what you wish in case—"
"In case?"
"I do not return from Algeria."
"Oh, mademoiselle!" exclaimed Mortimer, with emotion. "Are you going to run such dangers?"