ouse for the new Governor," said the
tailor.

"Again the new Governor," said Jason, and he strode on by the
tailor's side. "A stirring fellow, whoever he may be."

"That's true, young as he is," said the tailor.

"Is he then so young?" said Jason, carelessly.

"Four or five and twenty, hardly more," said the tailor, "but with a
headpiece fit for fifty. He has driven those Danish thieves out of
the old country, with all their trick and truck. Why, you couldn't
call your bread your own--no, nor your soul neither. Oh, a Daniel,
sir--a young Daniel. He's to be married soon. She's staying with the
old Bishop now. They say she's a foreigner."

"Who?" said Jason.

"Why, his wife that is to be," said the tailor. "Good-night, sir," he
cried, and turned down an alley.

Then Jason remembered Greeba, and the hot blood tingled in his
cheeks. Never yet for an instant had it come to him to think that
Michael Sunlocks and the new Governor were the same man, and that
Greeba and his bride were one. But, telling himself that she might
even then be in that little town, with nothing but the darkness
hiding him from her sight, he shuddered at the near chance of being
discovered by her, and passed on by the river towards the sea. Yet,
being alone there, with only the wash of the waves for company, he
felt his great resolve begin to pall, as a hundred questions rose to
torment him. Suppose she were here, and they were to meet, dare he
after all do _that_? Though she loved this man, could he still do
_that_? Oh, was it not horrible to think of--that he should cross the
seas for _that_?

So, to put an end to the torture of such questionings, and escape
from himself, he turned back from the shore to where the crowds
looked thickest in the town. He went as he came, by the bank of the
river, and when he was crossing the bridge some one shot past him on
a horse. It was a man, and he drew up sharply at the Bishop's Palace,
threw his reins over the pier of the gate, and bounded into the house
with the light foot that goes with a light heart. "The new Governor,"
thought Jason, though he had seen him only as a shadow. "Who is he, I
wonder?" he thought again, and with a sigh for his own condition
within sight of this man's happiness he pushed heavily along.

Hardly had he got back into the town when he was seen and recognized,
for with a whoop and a spring and a jovial oath a tipsy companion of
former days came sweeping down upon him from the