MR. MARKLAND’S determination to visit the scene of the Company’s operations was no suddenly-formed impulse; and the manifest desire that he should not do so, exhibited by Mr. Fenwick, in no way lessened his purpose to get upon the ground as early as possible, and see for himself how matters were progressing.  His whole fortune was locked up in this new enterprise, and his compeers were strangers, or acquaintances of a recent date.  To have acted with so much blindness was unlike Markland; but it was like him to wish to know all about any business in which he was engaged.  This knowledge he had failed to obtain in New York.  There his imagination was constantly dazzled, and while he remained there, uncounted, treasure seemed just ready to fall at his feet.  The lamp of Aladdin was almost within his grasp.  But, on leaving Fenwick and his sanguine associates, a large portion of his enthusiasm died out, and his mind reached forth into the obscurity around him and sought for the old landmarks.

On returning home from this visit to New York, Mr. Markland found his mind oppressed with doubts and questions, that could neither be removed nor answered satisfactorily.  His entire fortune, acquired through years of patient labour, was beyond his reach, and might never come back into his possession, however desperately he grasped after it.  And “Woodbine Lodge,”—­its beauty suddenly restored to eyes from which scales had fallen—­held now only by an uncertain tenure, a breath might sweep from his hand.

Suddenly, Markland was awakened, as if from a dream, and realized the actual of his position.  It was a fearful waking to him, and caused every nerve in his being to thrill with pain.  On the brink of a gulf he found himself standing, and as he gazed down into its fearful obscurity, he shuddered and grew sick.  And now, having taken the alarm, his thoughts became active in a new direction, and penetrated beneath surfaces which hitherto had blinded his eyes by their golden lustre.  Facts and statements which before had appeared favourable and coherent now presented irreconcilable discrepancies, and he wondered at the mental blindness which had prevented his seeing things in their present aspects.

It was not possible for a man of Mr. Markland’s peculiar temperament and business experience to sit down idly, and, with folded hands, await the issue of this great venture.  Now that his fears were aroused, he could not stop short of a thorough examination of affairs, and that, too, at the chief point of operations, which lay thousands of miles distant.

Letters from Mr. Lyon awaited his return from New York.  They said little of matters about which he now most desired specific information, while they seemed to communicate a great many important facts in regard to the splendid enterprise in which they were engaged.  Altogether, they left no satisfactory impression on his mind.  One of them, bearing a later date than the rest, disturbed him deeply.  It was the first, for some months, in which allusion was made to his daughter.  The closing paragraph of this letter ran thus:—­