"Papa says we shall go direct to Calais," replied Feodora, looking very sad, as, indeed, she felt when she thought of the separation.
"I believe our company are going by Charleroi to Paris, and from there to Brest. Probably we shall never meet again."
"O, I hope we shall!" exclaimed Feodora, looking up into his face.
"It is not very probable."
"You may come to England within a few years, perhaps a few months."
"It is possible. If I come out in the ship next spring, we shall sail up the Baltic, and make our first port at Christiansand, in Norway."
"I am afraid you don't wish to meet me again."
"I would cross the ocean for that alone," protested the gallant young captain.
"If you wished to meet me, I think you would find a way."
"Perhaps I ought not to meet you again," added Shuffles.