Part 10 (1/2)

”Kept what so dark?”

”Why, sir, her spitting of blood at times; and turning so thin by what she used to be, poor dear young lady.”

General Rolleston groaned aloud. ”And this she hid from me; from me!” He said no more, but kept looking bewildered and helpless, first at the basin discolored by his daughter's blood, and then at the _Proserpine,_ that was carrying her away, perhaps forever; and, at the double sight, his iron features worked with cruel distress; anguish so mute and male that the woman Wilson, though not good for much, sat down and shed genuine tears of pity.

But he summoned all his fort.i.tude, told Wilson he could not say she was to blame, she had but obeyed her mistress's orders; and we must all obey orders. ”But now,” said he, ”it is me you ought to obey. Tell me, does any doctor attend her?”

”None ever comes here, sir. But, one day, she let fall that she went to Dr. Valentine, him that has the name for disorders of the chest.”

In a very few minutes General Rolleston was at Dr. Valentine's house, and asked him bluntly what was the matter with his daughter.

”Disease of the lungs,” said the doctor simply.

The unhappy father then begged the doctor to give him his real opinion as to the degree of danger; and Dr. Valentine told him, with some feeling, that the case was not desperate, but was certainly alarming.

Remonstrated with for letting the girl undertake a sea voyage, he replied rather evasively at first; that the air of Sydney disagreed with his patient, and a sea voyage was more likely to do her good than harm, provided the weather was not downright tempestuous.

”And who is to insure me against that?' asked the afflicted father.

”Why, it is a good time of year,” said Dr. Valentine; ”and delay might have been fatal.” Then, after a slight hesitation, ”The fact is, sir,”

said he, ”I gathered from her servant that a husband awaits Miss Rolleston in England; and I must tell you, what of course I did not tell her, that the sooner she enters the married state the better. In fact, it is her one chance, in my opinion.”

General Rolleston pressed the doctor's hand, and went away without another word.

Only he hurried his matters of business; and took his pa.s.sage in the _Shannon._

It was in something of a warrior's spirit that he prepared to follow his daughter and protect her; but often he sighed at the invisible, insidious nature of the foe, and wished it could have been a fair fight of bullets and bayonets, and his own the life at stake.

The _Shannon_ was soon ready for sea.

But the gentleman who was to take General Rolleston's post met with something better, and declined it.

General Rolleston, though chafing with impatience, had to give up going home in the _Shannon._ But an influential friend, Mr. Adolphus Savage, was informed of his difficulty, and obtained a year's leave of absence for him, and permission to put young Savage in as his _loc.u.m tenens;_ which, by the by, is how politic men in general serve their friends.

The _Shannon_ sailed, but not until an incident had occurred that must not be entirely pa.s.sed over. Old Mr. White called on General Rolleston with a long face, and told him James Seaton had disappeared.

”Stolen anything?”

”Not a s.h.i.+lling. Indeed, the last thing the poor fellow did was to give us a proof of his honesty. It seems a pa.s.senger paid him twenty-seven pounds for a berth in the _Proserpine,_ just before she sailed. Well, sir, he might have put this in his pocket, and n.o.body been the wiser. But no, he entered the transaction, and the numbers of the notes, and left the notes themselves in an envelope addressed to me. What I am most afraid of is, that some harm has come to him, poor lad.”

”What day did he disappear?”

”The 11th of November.”

”The day my daughter sailed for England,” said General Rolleston, thoughtfully.

”Was it, sir? Yes, I remember. She went in the _Proserpine.”_

General Rolleston knitted his brows in silence for some time; then he said, ”I'll set the detectives on his track.”