A few minutes more and Mr.Buxton was gone.

Maggie watched him as long as she could see him; and as his portly figure disappeared among the crowd on the pier, her heart sank within her.
Edward's, on the contrary, rose at his absence.

The only one, cognisant of his shame and ill-doing, was gone.

A new life lay before him, the opening of which was made agreeable to him, by the position in which he found himself placed, as a cabin-passenger; with many comforts provided for him; for although Maggie's wants had been the principal object of Mr.Buxton's attention, Edward was not forgotten.
He was soon among the sailors, talking away in a rather consequential manner.

He grew acquainted with the remainder of the cabin-passengers, at least those who arrived before the final bustle began; and kept bringing his sister such little pieces of news as he could collect.
"Maggie, they say we are likely to have a good start, and a fine moonlight night." Away again he went.
"I say, Maggie, that's an uncommonly pretty girl come on board, with those old people in black.