‘My father desired that I would come out by her,’ said Mary.

’Ay, true—­so he informed me; but since later intelligence’—­and he cast a glance at Mary, to judge how much further to go; but meeting with nothing but severity, he covered the impertinence by saying, ’In fact, though the Valdivia was mentioned, and Mrs. Willis, Mr. Ponsonby had reason to suppose you would not receive his letters in time to avail yourself of the escort.’

‘I did so, however,’ said Mary, coldly.

’Most gratifying.  Mr. and Mrs. Ponsonby will be highly gratified.  In fact, Miss Ponsonby, I must confess that was a most unfortunate blunder of mine last August.  I should not have fallen into the error had I not been so long absent at Guayaquil that I had had no opportunity of judging of the amiable lady; and I will own to much natural surprise and some indignation, before I had had the pleasure of personal acquaintance with the charms and the graces—­Hem!  In effect, it was a step that no one could have recommended; and when your noble relative put it to me in so many words whether I would counsel your continuing your journey, I could not take it on me to urge a measure so painful to your feelings, unaware as I was then of the amiable qualities of the lady who occupies the situation of the highly beloved and esteemed—­’

Mary could not bear to hear her mother’s name in his mouth, so she cut him short by saying, ’I suppose you thought you acted for the best, Mr. Robson; it was very unfortunate, but it cannot be helped.  Pray can you tell me where the lad Madison is?’ she added, resolved to show him that she would not discuss these matters with him; ’I have a parcel for him.’

‘He is at the San Benito mine, Miss Ponsonby.’

‘How does he go on?’

’Well—­I may say very well, allowing for inexperience.  He appears a steady, intelligent lad, and I have no doubt will answer the purpose well.’

There was one gratification for Mary, at least, in the pleasure this would afford at home; but Robson continued making conversation about Mr. Dynevor’s visit to England, and the quantity of work this temporary absence entailed on him; and then on the surprise it would be to his patron to find her, and Senora Rosita’s interest in her, and the numerous gaieties of the bride, and the admiration she excited, and his own desire to be useful.  This afforded Mary an opportunity for getting rid of him at last, by sending him to make arrangements for her baggage to be sent from Callao the next morning.

Ten minutes more, half spent in conquering her disgust, half in sick anticipation, and other feet were crossing the matted sala, the curtain over the doorway was drawn aside, and there stood her father, and a lady, all white and diamonds, by his side.  He held out his arms, Mary fell into them, and it was the same kind rough kiss which had greeted her six years back.  It seemed to be forgiveness, consolation, strength, all at once; and their words mingled—­’Papa, you forgive me’—­’Mary, my good girl, I did not think they would have let you come back to me.  This was but a dreary coming home for you, my dear.’  And then, instantly changing his language to Spanish, he added, appealing to his wife, that had they guessed she was on board, they would have come to meet her.