appreciate the feelings of his nephew, he probably would not have been so decided; but Love had never been able to establish himself as an inmate of his breast.  His life had been a life of toil.  Love associates with idleness and ease.  Mr Forster was kind and cordial to his nephew as before, and the subject was not again renewed; nevertheless, he had made up his mind, and having stated that he would alter his will, such was his intention, provided that his nephew did not upon mature reflection accede to his wishes.  Newton once more enjoyed the society of Isabel, to whom he imparted all that had occurred.  “I do not wish to play the prude,” answered Isabel, “by denying that I am distressed at your uncle’s decision; to say that I will never enter into his family without having received his consent, is saying more than my feelings will bear out; but I must and will say that I shall be most unwilling so to do.  We must, therefore, as Madame de Fontanges did with the pirate captain, temporise, and I trust we shall be as successful.”  Newton, more rational than most young men in love, agreed with Isabel on the propriety of the measure, and, satisfied with each other’s attachment, they were by no means in a hurry to precipitate their marriage.

It may be recollected that Newton Forster felt convinced that the contents of the trunk which he picked up at sea, when mate of the coasting vessel, was the property of the Marquis de Fontanges.  During their passage home in the Windsor Castle, he had renewed the subject to M. de Fontanges, and from the description which he gave from memory, the latter appeared to be of the same opinion.  The conversation had not been revived until some time after their arrival in England, when Newton, anxious to restore the articles, desired M. de Fontanges to communicate with the marquis, and request that he would appoint a day upon which he would call at his uncle’s and identify the property.  The marquis, who had never been informed by M. de Fontanges that any supposed relics of his lost wife remained, sighed at the memory of his buried happiness—­buried in that vast grave, which defrauds the earth of its inherent rights—­and consented to call upon the ensuing day.  When the marquis arrived, accompanied by M. and Madame de Fontanges, he was received in the drawing-room by Mr John Forster, who had brought from his chamber the packet in question, which had remained locked up in the iron safe ever since Newton had first committed it to his charge.  After their introduction to each other, the marquis observed, in English—­

“I am giving you a great deal of trouble; unavailing indeed; for, allowing that the articles should prove to be mine, the sight of them must be a source of renewed misery.”

“Sir,” replied Mr John Forster, “the property does not belong to my nephew, and he has very properly reserved it until he could find out the legal owner.  If the property is yours, we are bound to deliver it into your hands.  There is an inventory attached to it,” continued the old lawyer, putting on his spectacles, and reading, “one diamond ring—­but perhaps it would be better that I should open the packet.”