No darkening clouds were then perceived; at that moment Mary thought not of her father, and if she did, could she believe that his consent to an union with a son of Mr.Hamilton would be difficult to obtain.

Marry they could not yet, and perhaps the unalloyed bliss of that hour might have originated in the fact that they thought only of the present--the blessed knowledge that they loved each other, were mutually beloved.
The happiness glowing on Mary's expressive countenance as she entered could not fail to attract the watchful eye of her mother, and almost unconsciously, and certainly indefinably, her own bosom reflected the pleasure of her child, and the pang of quitting England was partially eased of its bitterness.

Yet still it was a sorrowful moment when the time of separation actually came.

Their friends had gone on board with them, and remained till the signal for departure was given.

Mary had preferred the cabin to the confusion on deck, and there her friends left her.