Still, the veiled picture remained in his soul, making the beauty of all other women seem dim.

As he recrossed the Atlantic, lonely and sad, a radiant vision of those two sisters sometimes came before his imagination with the distinctness of actual presence.

As he sat silently watching the white streak of foam in the wake of the vessel, he could see, as in a mirror, all the details of that flowery parlor; he could hear the continuous flow of the fountain in the garden, and the melodious tones of "Buena Notte, amato bene." Arrived in Boston, his first inquiry of the merchants was whether they had heard anything of Mr.Royal.He received the news of his death with a whirl of emotions.

How he longed for tidings concerning the daughters! But questions would of course be unavailing, since their existence was entirely unknown at the North.

That Mr.Royal had died insolvent, and his property had been disposed of at auction, filled him with alarm.