n chief, and the story which he intended to tell, so
that, together, they succeeded admirably. They made a profitable tour,
and their success culminated in London when they began to count leaders
of fashion among their dupes.

It was at this moment of their success, that accident threw in their way
a girl who was evidently well-born and susceptible, and whom a few
inquiries proved to be an heiress. At first, Bailey had had some thought
of himself winning this prize; but he had wit enough to see that he
would not succeed, and that Christian might, which would be equally to
his advantage. Christian cared little about it, but he let Bailey guide
him, and so the prey fell into their hands.

So far, the story told had been intensely personal, and of the kind
which must inevitably be coloured by the teller. From this point, Mrs.
Costello was no longer leading her daughter through places and scenes
entirely strange. She paused, and faltered, yet began again with a sense
of having surmounted her greatest difficulties, and from hence is
perhaps the best narrator of her own life.

"When I found out," she went on, "how different the reality was from my
dreams, I took no care to hide, either from Bailey or my husband, the
horror I began to feel for them both. Christian took my reproaches
carelessly--his education had not prevented him from regarding women as
other Indians do--to him I was merely his squaw, the chief and most
useful of his possessions, and it made no difference to him whether I
was contented with my position or not. But Bailey was not quite so
insensible; and when I spoke to him with the same bitterness as to my
husband, he retorted, and took trouble to show me how my own folly had
been as much to blame as their schemes, in drawing me into such a
marriage. He explained to me precisely how, and why, I had been
entrapped, and made me perceive that I was utterly helpless in their
hands. There came, about the middle of our voyage, a time when I sunk
into a kind of stupor; worn out with the misery of my disappointment, I
gave up my whole mind to a gloomy passiveness. Morning after morning I
crept out on deck, and sat all day leaning against the bulwarks, with a
cloak drawn round me, seeing nothing but the waves and sky, and
indifferent to wind or rain, or the hot sun which sometimes shone on me.
All this time I had taken no notice of the Indians, who for their part
avoided me, and left me a portion of the deck always u