do you say, dear papa?"

"Nothing, nothing. Kiss me again. Well, love, you had better find this
guardian angel of yours, that I may take him by the hand and give him a
father's blessing, and make him some little return by carrying him home
to England along with my darling."

"I'll call him, papa. Where can he be gone, I wonder?"

She ran out to the terrace, and called:

"Mr. Hazel! Mr. Hazel! I don't see him; but he can't be far off. Mr.
Hazel!"

Then she came back and made her father sit down; and she sat at his knee
beaming with delight.

"Ah, papa," said he, "it was you who loved me best in England. It was you
that came to look for me."

"No," said he, "there are others there that love you as well in their
way. Poor Wardlaw! on his sickbed for you, cut down like a flower the
moment he heard you were lost in the _Proserpine._ Ah, and I have broken
faith."

"That is a story," said Helen; "you couldn't."

"For a moment, I mean; I promised the dear old man--he furnished the
ship, the men, and the money to find you. He says you are as much his
daughter as mine."

"Well, but what did you promise him?" said Helen, blushing and
interrupting hastily, for she could not bear the turn matters were
taking.

"Oh, only to give you the second kiss from Arthur. Come, better late than
never." She knelt before him and put out her forehead instead of her
lips. "There," said the general, "that kiss is from Arthur Wardlaw, your
intended. Why, who the deuce is this?"

A young man was standing wonder-struck at the entrance, and had heard the
general's last words; they went through him like a knife. General
Rolleston stared at him.

Helen uttered an ejaculation of pleasure, and said, "This is my dear
father, and he wants to thank you--"

"I don't understand this," said the general. "I thought you told me there
was nobody on the island but you and your guardian angel. Did you count
this poor fellow for nobody? Why, he did you a good turn once."

"Oh, papa!" said Helen, reproachfully.

"Why, this is my guardian angel. This is Mr. Hazel."

The general looked from one to another in amazement, then he said to
Helen,

"This your Mr. Hazel?"

"Yes, papa."

"Why, you don't mean to tell me you don't know this man?"

"Know him, papa! why, of course I know Mr. Hazel; know him and revere
him, beyond all the world, except you."

The general lost patience. "Are you out of your senses?" said he; "this
man here is no Hazel. Wh