That was you, Cardo Wynne; you were struck down insensible by the iron bar, and while you were quickly surrounded by a crowd and carried to the hospital, the man escaped with your pocket-book.

He returned it to me with great penitence, having spent all your money, I am afraid; but your papers, I think, are intact, and I see you have in it a letter of credit upon the Bank of Australasia." "Why, yes," said Cardo, "I remember coming to the harbour in a ship.
What was it called?
The _Burrawalla_!" and as he fingered the papers in the pocket-book, and came upon his father's signature, Meurig Wynne, he became much excited, and hunted eagerly until he found a folded paper, out of which he drew a long curl of golden hair.
"Valmai!" he said, "oh, Valmai, Valmai!" and dropping on to a seat, he covered his face with his hands, and through his fingers trickled some silent tears.
"I must forbid any more excitement for the present," said the doctor; "let us go in to dinner." And as they gathered round the table, Cardo took his seat next to his uncle, with more cheerfulness and alacrity than usual.
The thread of memory, once awakened, never wholly slept again.

Daily and almost hourly memories of the past returned to him, and as he gained bodily and mental strength, he gradually unfolded to his uncle the incidents which had preceded his coming to Australia.
When Lewis Wynne became fully aware of his brother's deep-seated affection for him, and of the penitence and remorse which had darkened his life, he was filled with an impatient anxiety to return to the land of his birth and the brother whom he had loved so much.

Indeed, before his acquaintance with his nephew, he had already begun to arrange his affairs with the intention of disposing of his property in Australia, for he had prospered in all his undertakings, and was now a wealthy man.
It was delightful news therefore to Cardo when his uncle one day appeared at Dr.Belton's, with the information that he had concluded a satisfactory sale of his property.
"So we'll go back together, old boy," he said, slapping Cardo on the back in his usual jovial manner; "you can write to your father, and tell him to look out for a house for Nellie and me." "I will write to him to-day," said Cardo; "poor old dad, poor old dad! What he must have suffered! I only hope the suspense has not killed him!" "Well, if he is alive," said his uncle, "your good news will make up to him for all the past! We'll have some happy days in the old country yet.

You must get married, Cardo, and settle down near us!" "I am married," said Cardo, with a whole-hearted laugh at Dr.Belton's look of astonishment.
"Married!" said the doctor, "I never suspected that! I did think that long golden curl pointed to some love-affair." "It did, indeed," said Cardo; "it is one of my sweet wife Valmai's curls!" "Where is she now ?" said Mr.Wynne, "with your father ?" "No," he said, with a more serious look, "living with her uncle.