to offer you--still fortune can be won," he added doggedly.

"They love you also, Ralph, nor do they care over much for wealth,
either of them, and I am sure that they would not wish you to leave us
to go in search of it."

"As for the will of God," he continued, "it was the will of God that I
should be wrecked here, and that you should save me here, and that the
life you saved should be given to you. Will it not, therefore, be the
will of God also that we, who can never be happy apart, should be happy
together and thank Him for our happiness every day till we die?"

"I trust so, Ralph; yet although I have read and seen little, I know
that very often it has been His will that those who love each other
should be separated by death or otherwise."

"Do not speak of it," he said with a groan.

"No, I will not speak of it, but there is one more thing of which I must
speak. Strangely enough, only this morning my mother was talking of you;
she said that you are English, and that soon or late blood will call to
blood and you will leave us. She said that your nest is not here, but
there, far away across the sea, among those English; that you are a
swallow that has been fledged with sparrows, and that one day you will
find the wings of a swallow. What put it in her mind to speak thus, I do
not know, but I do know, Ralph, that her words filled me with fear, and
now I understand why I was so much afraid."

He laughed aloud very scornfully. "Then, Suzanne," he said, "you may
banish your fears, for this I swear to you, before the Almighty, that