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A GENTLEMAN TO SEE YOU. 53 have never thought of it before. He will make inquiries for me, and at the same time keep my letter strictly private. I will write immediately. When do you sail, Bandola?”’ “In a week,” the girl replied. “I can get your letter safely to the consul. «I have seen him, he came on board once, be- : fore our last trip, with a little, dark Spanish gentleman, the captain called General.” 3 “The consul, you are sure, came with him?” cried Minerva, breathlessly. “Could it have been my uncle, General Monse- rate? Then they were on some business connected with Aim, with Herman. Do you know what they came for? what did they do? how act? tell me.” “TI can only tell you that they went into the cabin, and I saw nothing more of them till they came out again. I heard this old man say, ‘then it is settled, you will take him; and he answered, that he would. When we sailed, the captain was very anxious, and delayed as long as he could. I thought he was waiting for somebody, but he must have been sick then, for he was irritable and would not say much, only that ‘twas no use waiting any longer, and something about the second time.” “Then, Bandola, it was about Herman, I am sure—oh! this Suspense, it is terrible, what could have happened? Yes, those words, ‘it is the second time, confirm my fears, yet, what, alas! can I do but wait ?” “TI wish I could help you,” said the stewardess, “You can not,” replied Minerva. “TI must help myself.” Bandola had been gone but a few moments, when the host- ess came up to say that @ gentleman had called, and wished to see her. This announcement threw her into a tremor of ap- prehension. It was impossible, she said, to see any one, she was ill, she must be excused, at all events, What if it should be Abrates! He would leave no means untried to trace her. Back came the little woman again, her voice in a tremor, to say that the gentleman said he must see her, as his mission was urgent, and most important. ; “What is he like ?” asked Minerva, in a way that made the hostess look at her suspiciously. “A tall man, I can not say, who like,” she answered, “ his conmiclooks.conn