Nostalgia had possessed him ever since he had come again to the Manor Cartier after Zoe had left.

He thought much of Spain, and but little of his daughter.

Memory of her was only poignant, in so far as it was associated with the days preceding the wreck of the Antoine.

He had had far more than enough of the respectable working life of the New World; but there never was sufficient money to take him back to Europe, even were it safe to go.

Of late, however, he felt sure that he might venture, if he could only get cash for the journey.