"But how? I will take the boat."
"Oh, with Carl Henly. He has one, I believe."
"Well, suit yourself. And now I'm off. Take care of yourself, my boy; and au revoir!"
"Good-by!" said Willard, accompanying him to the door. "Aunt Moll and I will keep bachelor's hall till you come back."
Captain Guy laughed, and hurried down to the beach. And when he was gone, Willard arranged his slightly disordered dress and disheveled locks, and sauntering out, almost mechanically took the road to the cottage.
It came in sight at last—this little, quaint, old house, that held all of heaven to him now.
"Shall I enter—shall I thrust myself into temptation?" was his thought. "If I look again on this fairy sylph I am lost!"
He thought of Sibyl, and her dark, bright, menacing eyes arose before him, as if to warn him back.
"For your honor's sake—for your life's sake—for your soul's sake—go not there!" said the threatening voice of conscience.
"And have I not a right to love whom I please? Why should I offer violence to myself in leaving this bright enchantress, for that dark, wild Amazon? Go, go, and be happy," said passion.