"I wonder what could have become of Vance! He lives—he has been successful, I saw in a paper yesterday. Why does he not come to me? Well, well! as he does not come to me, I will go to him. It is time that I unmasked before this scoundrel, who thinks he has won me by the tragedy through which he temporarily obtained possession of me. But we shall see! I am 'Renie, the Wild Girl of the Shore,' as Vance once called rue, and I will prove myself more than a match for this deep, designing scoundrel."
The girl had just uttered the words above quoted when the door opened, and the man entered the room.
As stated, he advanced with a pleased smile upon his face.
"Renie, darling," he said. "I have pleasant news for you."
"Indeed!"
"Yes, my dear. To-day we sail for my beautiful home in Cuba where you will be the belle of society, and where we shall be married."
"We sail for Cuba to-day?"
"Yes, to-day."
"I thought you did not intend to go until the season was more advanced?"
"I have decided to go to-day; business calls me there."