Now, good-bye! I will wait for the post to-morrow: do you go to your sister." Valencia went, utterly bewildered.

She had forgotten Frank, but Frank had not forgotten her.

He had hurried to his room; lay till morning, sleepless with delight, and pouring out his pure spirit in thanks for this great and unexpected blessing.

A new life had begun for him, even in the jaws of death.

He would still go to the East.