her. Good-bye."

And, before Miss Grainger could reply, he had opened the window and was
gone.

When Calvert reached the jetty the boatman was not there; but the boat,
with her oars, lay close to the steps; the chain that attached her to an
iron ring was, however, padlocked, and Calvert turned impatiently back
to seek the man. After he had gone, however, a few paces, he seemed
to change his mind, and turned once more towards the lake. Taking up
a heavy stone, he proceeded to smash the lock on the chain. It was
stronger than he looked for, and occupied some minutes; but he succeeded
at last. Just as he threw into the boat the loose end of the broken
chain, he heard steps behind him; he turned; it was Emily running
towards him at full speed. "Oh Harry, dear Harry!" she cried, "don't
go; don't leave us; Florence is quite well again, and as far as strength
will let her, trying to come and meet you. See, yonder she is, leaning
on aunt's arm." True enough, at some hundred yards off, the young girl
was seen slowly dragging her limbs forward in the direction where they
stood.

"I have come some thousand leagues to see her," said he sternly,
"through greater fatigues, and, perhaps, as many perils as she is
encountering."

"Go to her; go towards her," cried Emily, reproachfilly.

"Not one step; not the breadth of a hair, Milly," said he. "There is a
limit to the indignity a woman may put upon a man, and your sister has
passed it. If she likes to come and say farewell to me here, be it so;
if not, I must go without it."

"Then I can tell you one thing, Colonel Calvert, if my sister Florence
only knew of the words you have just spoken, she'd not move one other
step towards you if, if--"

"If it were to save my life, you would say. _That_ is not so
unreasonable," said he, with a saucy laugh.

"Here is Florence come, weak and tottering as she is, to ask you to
stay with us. You'll not have the heart to say No to her," said Miss
Grainger.

"I don't think we--any of us--know much about Mr. Calvert's heart, or
what it would prompt him to do," said Emily, half indignantly, as she
turned away. And fortunate it was she did turn away, since, had she met
the fierce look of Calvert's eyes at the moment, it would have chilled
her very blood with fear.

"But you'll not refuse me," said Florence, laying her hand on his arm.
"You know well how seldom I ask favours, and how unused I am to be
denied when I do ask."

"I was always y