"It is nearly high tide.

I fear we must make haste." Seaton followed the whole party at a short distance, feeling sure they would eventually separate and give him his opportunity with Wardlaw.
They went down to the harbor and took a boat; Seaton came nearer, and learned they were going on board the great steamer bound for England, that loomed so black, with monstrous eyes of fire.
They put off, and Seaton stood baffled.
Presently the black monster, with enormous eyes of fire, spouted her steam like a Leviathan, and then was still; next the smoke puffed, the heavy paddles revolved, and she rushed out of the harbor; and Seaton sat down upon the ground, and all seemed ended.

Helen gone to England! Wardlaw gone with her! Love and revenge had alike eluded him.

He looked up at the sky and played with the pebbles at his feet, stupidly, stupidly.

He wondered why he was born; why he consented to live a single minute after this.