Her forehead dropped forward in her fingers, and remained so until the song ended.

Then she sighed, smiled wistfully, and shook her head.
"Poor fellow! poor--Iberville!" she said, almost beneath her breath.
The next morning she was to be married.

George Gering had returned to her, for the second time defeated by Iberville.

He had proved himself a brave man, and, what was much in her father's sight, he was to have his share of Phips's booty.

And what was still more, Gering had prevailed upon Phips to allow Mr.Leveret's investment in the first expedition to receive a dividend from the second.