While Charles and Helen were thus engaged, two other individuals closely
connected with the plot of our story were not idle. Captain Robert
Bramble was now satisfied that without physical force he could not
intervene between his rival brother and Helen Huntington; he would
gladly have done this, but policy prevented, for he saw that in doing
so, he would but gratify his revenge without approaching a single step
nearer the consummation of his wishes. It was nearly the appointed date
for the sailing of his ship from the station for England, and he had
made up his mind to return at once to Sierra Leone, and prepare to sail
homeward.

He had already taken leave of Mrs. Huntington, and was seeking her
daughter to say to her farewell; the wind was fair, he would sail within
the hour, and on inquiring for Helen he was told by some one that she
had been seen a few moments before walking towards the jungle. The
informant did not say in the company of him she so evidently loved, and
Robert Bramble hastened forward in hopes that he might meet her there
alone; perhaps, even once more press that oft rejected suit; he even
thought as he went what he could say to her, and wondered how she would
receive him. It was difficult to say what it was in his bosom which
caused him so tenaciously to pursue this vain desire; his was not the
heart to die for love, it amounted almost to obstinacy. He was
self-willed, and was accustomed to have his own way in all things; here
he had been thwarted from the very outset.

Maud Leonardo, since her arrival home, was scarcely herself, she avoided
all intercourse, spoke to no one, and locked herself in her chamber. But
now she started forth intent on some purpose, as was evident from the
direct and prompt step she pursued. Yes, from her window she had seen
Charles, and Helen wander leisurely and affectionately together towards