ating grounds for diverse opinions. Of course we
sailed East, reaching Dover at ten; and the story is this--I knew Emilia
was in it:--Tracy Runningbrook had been stationed at Dover ten days by
Miss Ford, to intercept Emilia's father, if he should be found taking her
to the Continent by that route. He waited, and met them at last on the
Esplanade. He telegraphed to Miss Ford and a Signor Marini (we were wrong
in not adding illustrious exiles to our list), while he invited them to
dine, and detained them till the steamboat was starting; and Signor
Marini came down by rail in a great hurry, and would not let Emilia be
taken away. There was a quarrel; but, by some mysterious power that he
possesses, this Signor Marini actually prevented the father from taking
his child. Mysterious? But is anything more mysterious than Emilia's
influence? I cannot forget what she was ere we trained her; and when I
think that we seem to be all--all who come near her--connected with her
fortunes! Explain it if you can. I know it is not her singing; I know it
is not her looks. Captivations she does not deal in. Is it the magic of
indifference? No; for then some one whom you know and who longs to kiss
her bella Bella now would be dangerous! She is very little so, believe
me!

"Emilia is (am I chronicling a princess?)--she is in London with Signor
Marini; and Wilfrid has not seen her. Lady Charlotte managed to get the
first boat full, and pushed off as he was about to descend. I pitied his
poor trembling hand I went on shore in the second boat with him. We did
not find the others for an hour, when we heard that Emilia had gone with
Signor M. The next day, whom should we sea but Mr. Pericles. He (I have
never seen him so civil)--he shook Wilfrid by the hand almost like an
Englishman; and Wilfrid too, though he detests him, was civil to him, and
even laughed when he said: 'Here it is dull; ze Continent for a week. I
follow Philomela--ze nightingales.' I was just going to say, 'Well then,
you are running away from one.' Wilfrid pressed my fingers, and taught me
to be still; and I did not know why till I reflected. Poor Mr. Pericles,
seeing him friendly for the first time, rubbed his hands and it was most
painful to me to see him shake hands with Wilfrid again and again, till
he was on board the vessel chuckling. Wilfrid suddenly laughed with all
his might--a cruel laugh; and Mr. Pericles tried to be as loud, but
commenced coughing and tapping his che