feeling distressed to think that even at the risk of my own life I could not have spared Fabian this."
"Captain," said I, taking the hand of this devoted friend, "Drake has not sent his seconds yet, so that, although circumstances are against us, I do not despair."
"Do you know any means of preventing the duel?"
"None at present; at the same time, if the meeting must take place, it seems to me that it can only do so in America, and before we get there, chance, which has brought about this state of things, will, perhaps, turn the scales in our favour."
Captain Corsican shook his head like a man who had no faith in the efficacy of chance in human affairs. At this moment Fabian went up the stairs leading to the deck. I only saw him for a moment, but I was struck by the deadly pallor of his face. The wound had been re-opened, and it was sad to see him wandering aimlessly about, trying to avoid us.
Even friendship may be troublesome at times, and Corsican and I thought it better to respect his grief rather than interfere with him. But suddenly Fabian turned, and coming towards us, said,—
"The mad woman, was she! It was Ellen, was it not? Poor Ellen!"
He was still doubtful, and went away without waiting for an answer, which we had not the courage to give.
