“What is the matter? What are you going to do?”
“Nothing,” he replied joyously, “but that Heaven itself declares in our
favor. I went to the department. ‘The Conquest’ will remain another year
in Cochin China; but M. Champcey is coming back to Europe. He was to
have taken passage on board a merchant vessel, ‘The Saint Louis,’ which
is expected in Marseilles every day, if she has not already come in. And
I--I am going to Marseilles, I must see M. Champcey before anybody else
can see him.”
When his sister had given him notes to the amount of four hundred
dollars, he rushed out, exclaiming,--
“To-morrow I will send you a telegram!”