The agent whom I formerly employed (without success) to trace her, writes me word that he has reason to believe she has obtained a situation as pupil-teacher at a school in the suburbs of London; and I am going back (among other things) to try if I can follow the clew myself.

Good-by, my friend.

I am heartily sorry to go!" "Life is made up of partings," Randal answered.
"And of meetings," the Captain wisely reminded him.

"When you are in London, you will always hear of me at the club." Heartily reciprocating his good wishes, Randal attended Captain Bennydeck to the door.

On the way back to the drawing-room, he found his mind dwelling, rather to his surprise, on the Captain's contemplated search for the lost girl.
Was the good man likely to find her?
It seemed useless enough to inquire--and yet Randal asked himself the question.