be proud to see me, and love me better than
ever, for I shall deserve it better.'

Then my mother wrung her hands together and sighed, and tried to speak,
but she could not; and she turned away from us and moved further back
into the room. I made a step forward, but the stranger caught me by the
shoulder, and swinging me round, guided me to the door; and at the door
we stood in silence together for some seconds, staring out into the
street.

'Have patience, lad,' he whispered into my ear; 'it is a good woman's
weakness, and it will pass soon. She knows and I know that it is best
for you to go.'

I could say nothing, for my heart was too full with the joy of going and
with grief for my mother's grief. But I felt in my soul that I must go,
or else I should never come to any good in this world, which, after all,
would break my mother's heart more surely and sadly.

Presently we heard her voice, a little trembling, call on Mr. Amber by
his name, and we went slowly back together. Already, as I stood by that
stalwart gentleman and timed my step to his stride, I began to feel as
if I had known him all my life, and had loved him as we love some dear
kin.

I do not know how I can quite express what I then felt, and felt ever
after, in his company--a kind of exultation, such as martial music stirs
in any manly bosom, or as we draw in from the breath of some brave
ballad. It would be impossible, surely, to feel aught but courageous in
such cheerful, valiant, self-reliant fellowship.

CHAPTER VII

CAPTAIN MARMADUKE'S PLAN

Seated in the back parlour, with his chair tilted slightly back, Captain
Marmaduke Amber set forth his scheme to us--perhaps I should say to me,
for my mother had heard it all, or most of it, already, and paid, I
fancy, but little heed to its repetition. For all the attention I paid,
I gained, I fear me, but a very vague idea of Captain Marmaduke's
purpose. I was far too excited to think of anything clearly beyond the
fact that I was actually going a-travelling, and that the jovial
gentleman with the ruddy face and the china-blue eyes was my good angel.
Still, I gathered that Captain Amber would be a colonist--a
gentleman-adventurer; after a new fashion, and not for his own ends.

It was, indeed, a kind of Utopia which Captain Amber dreamt of founding
in a far corner of the world, beneath the Southern Cross. The Captain
had taken it into his gallant head that the old world was growing too
sma