from the influence of "that Portygee," Jane would be in no danger and
might forget.

Jane made no remonstrance. She went to Rio and returned. She was always
calm, outwardly pleasant and quiet, never mentioned her lover unless in
answer to a question; but she never once varied from her determination
not to give him up. The Snows remained at home for a month. Then
Zelotes, Jane accompanying him, sailed from Boston to Savannah. Olive
did not go with them; she hated the sea and by this time both she and
her husband were somewhat reassured. So far as they could learn by
watchful observation of their daughter, the latter had not communicated
with Speranza nor received communications from him. If she had not
forgotten him it seemed likely that he had forgotten her. The thought
made the captain furiously angry, but it comforted him, too.

During the voyage to Savannah this sense of comfort became stronger.
Jane seemed in better spirits. She was always obedient, but now she
began to seem almost cheerful, to speak, and even laugh occasionally
just as she used to. Captain Zelotes patted himself on the back,
figuratively. His scheme had been a good one.

And in Savannah, one afternoon, Jane managed to elude her father's
observation, to leave the schooner and to disappear completely. And
that night came a letter. She and Miguel Carlos Speranza had been
in correspondence all the time, how or through whose connivance is a
mystery never disclosed. He had come to Savannah, in accordance with
mutual arrangement; they had met, were married, and had gone away
together.

"I love you, Father," Jane wrote in the letter. "I love you and Mother