THE CATARACT FALLING BEFORE US.
At nine o’clock we returned to the hotel, where they relieved us of our streaming clothes. Going back again to the bank, I uttered a cry of surprise and joy,—
“Captain Corsican!”
The Captain heard, and came towards me.
“You here!” he cried; “what a pleasure to see you again!”
“And Fabian? and Ellen?” I asked, shaking both his hands.
“They are here, and going on as well as possible; Fabian full of hope, almost merry; and our poor Ellen little by little regaining reason.”
“But how is it that I meet you at the Niagara?”
“The Niagara,” repeated Corsican. “Well, it is the principal resort of English and Americans in the warm months. They come here to breathe, to be cured by the sublime spectacle of the Falls. Our Ellen seemed to be struck at first sight by this glorious scenery, and we have come to stay on the banks of the Niagara. You see that villa, ‘Clifton House,’ in the midst of those trees, half way up the hill; that is where we all live, with Mrs. R——, Fabian’s sister, who is devoted to our poor friend.”
“Has Ellen recognized Fabian?” I asked.