ng towards him, said,
"Leicester, I am no longer afraid to meet you. Fortune has, at last,
favored me. I am rich now, and can make you rich also."

Rica started back: a sudden sickness came over him, and he fell
powerless at the old man's feet.

What a scene of heartfelt emotion followed, as Mary recognized her
long-lost father; and the careworn, sorrow-struck man saw the warm
affections of those whom, in a life long, he had injured.

"The end of this will be," said Lady Kilgoff, laughing through tears,
"that I shall have to proceed on my journey alone. I foresee that we
shall not share in all the general joy at these discoveries."

"I have a sister, too," exclaimed Mary, with enthusiasm, "whom I am
burning with impatience to see. Where is she? when are we to meet?"

"She is below--she is in my carriage at the door," said Rica.

The ambassador heard the words and left the room, returning in a moment
with Maritana on his arm. Wearied and exhausted as she was, there was
that in her native grace and beauty that caused a thrill of admiration
as she entered.

"Here is your sister, Maritana," said Rica, leading her to where Mary
stood, gazing with wistful eyes at the Spanish beauty. Maritana
looked steadily at the fair loveliness before her, where timidity and
gentleness seemed impressed; and then, as if yielding to some sudden
impulse, she sprang forward, and, clasping her hand, covered it with
kisses, exclaiming with rapture,--

"Non! non la sua hermana, ma la sua esclava!--Not her sister, but her
slave."

Among the group who with admiring eyes gazed upon this little
scene, there stood a dark, sombre-looking man, whose mean attire and
travel-worn look could not conceal a certain dignity of air and manner.
Cashel's quick glance soon discovered him, and in a moment they were
locked in a fast embrace. "My old, true-hearted comrade!" cried Roland.

"Yes, senora!" said Maritana, as if answering the look of astonishment
of Mary; "and for all that he seems now, he is a well-born caballero,
and noble to boot."

"Everything looks worse and worse for my prospects of companionship,"
said Lady Kilgoff, poutingly. "Mr. Corrigan--Mary--are you both bent on
desertion?"

"We are bound for Ireland, fair Lady; the little remnant of my life is a
debt I owe my country."

"Senor Rica and your lovely daughter, will you be our companions?"

"Our road lies westward, Lady. The New World must teach us to forget the
Old one."

"Mr