of that time she still felt that she could not marry the Duke, she might marry the lawyer with their full consent.  The result was as they had foreseen:  gladness came again, and the flush of returning health.  Then the parents took the next step in their scheme.  They had the family physician recommend a long sea voyage and much land travel for the thorough restoration of the blonde’s strength; and they invited the Duke to be of the party.  They judged that the Duke’s constant presence and the lawyer’s protracted absence would do the rest—­for they did not invite the lawyer.

So they set sail in a steamer for America—­and the third day out, when their sea-sickness called truce and permitted them to take their first meal at the public table, behold there sat the lawyer!  The Duke and party made the best of an awkward situation; the voyage progressed, and the vessel neared America.

But, by and by, two hundred miles off New Bedford, the ship took fire; she burned to the water’s edge; of all her crew and passengers, only thirty were saved.  They floated about the sea half an afternoon and all night long.  Among them were our friends.  The lawyer, by superhuman exertions, had saved the blonde and her parents, swimming back and forth two hundred yards and bringing one each time—­(the girl first).  The Duke had saved himself.  In the morning two whale ships arrived on the scene and sent their boats.  The weather was stormy and the embarkation was attended with much confusion and excitement.  The lawyer did his duty like a man; helped his exhausted and insensible blonde, her parents and some others into a boat (the Duke helped himself in); then a child fell overboard at the other end of the raft and the lawyer rushed thither and helped half a dozen people fish it out, under the stimulus of its mother’s screams.  Then he ran back—­a few seconds too late—­the blonde’s boat was under way.  So he had to take the other boat, and go to the other ship.  The storm increased and drove the vessels out of sight of each other—­drove them whither it would.

When it calmed, at the end of three days, the blonde’s ship was seven hundred miles north of Boston and the other about seven hundred south of that port.  The blonde’s captain was bound on a whaling cruise in the North Atlantic and could not go back such a distance or make a port without orders; such being nautical law.  The lawyer’s captain was to cruise in the North Pacific, and he could not go back or make a port without orders.  All the lawyer’s money and baggage were in the blonde’s boat and went to the blonde’s ship—­so his captain made him work his passage as a common sailor.  When both ships had been cruising nearly a year, the one was off the coast of Greenland and the other in Behring’s Strait.  The blonde had long ago been well-nigh persuaded that her lawyer had been washed overboard and lost just before the whale ships reached the raft, and now, under the pleadings of her parents and the Duke she was at last beginning to nerve herself for the doom of the covenant, and prepare for the hated marriage.