have rent them asunder more harshly, and Louis's freedom from all
fierceness and violence softened all ineffably to Mary. James
Frost's letter of fiery indignation, almost of denunciation, made her
thankful that he was not the party concerned; and Louis made her
smile at Isabel's copy of all his sentiments in ladylike phrases.

The last day came. Louis would not be denied seeing Mary on board
the Valdivia; and, in spite of all Miss Ponsonby's horror of
railways, he persuaded her to trust herself under his care to
Liverpool. She augured great things from the letter which she had
entrusted to Mary, and in which she had spoken of Lord Fitzjocelyn in
the highest terms her vocabulary could furnish.

They parted bravely. Spectators hindered all display of feeling, and
no one cried, except Miss Ponsonby.

'Good-bye, Louis; I will not forget your messages to Tom Madison. My
love to your father and Aunt Catharine.'

'Good-bye, Mary; I shall see Tom and Chimborazo yet.'




CHAPTER V.



THE NEW WORLD.