Meantime, the anxieties of Mr. Markland, in regard to the business in which he had ventured more than all his possessions, were hourly increasing.  Now that suspicion had been admitted into his thought, circumstances which had before given him encouragement bore a doubtful aspect.  He was astonished at his own blindness, and frightened at the position in which he found himself placed.  Altogether dissatisfied with the kind and amount of information to be gained in New York, his resolution to go South was strengthened daily.  Finally, he announced to his family that he must leave them, to be gone at least two or three months.  The intelligence came with a shock that partially aroused Fanny from the lethargic state into which she had fallen.  Mrs. Markland made only a feeble, tearful opposition.  Upon her mind had settled a brooding apprehension of trouble in the future, and every changing aspect in the progression of events but confirmed her fears.

That her husband’s mind had become deeply disturbed Mrs. Markland saw but too clearly; and that this disturbance increased daily, she also saw.  Of the causes she had no definite information; but it was not difficult to infer that they involved serious disappointments in regard to the brilliant schemes which had so captivated his imagination.  If these disappointments had thrown him back upon his home, better satisfied with the real good in possession, she would not very much have regretted them.  But, on learning his purpose to go far South, and even thousands of miles beyond the boundaries of his own country, she became oppressed with a painful anxiety, which was heightened, rather than allayed, by his vague replies to all her earnest inquiries in regard to the state of affairs that rendered this long journey imperative.

“Interests of great magnitude,” he would say, “require that all who are engaged in them should be minutely conversant with their state of progress.  I have long enough taken the statements of parties at a distance:  now I must see and know for myself.”

How little there was in all this to allay anxiety, or reconcile the heart to a long separation from its life-partner, is clear to every one.  Mrs. Markland saw that her husband wished to conceal from her the exact position of his affairs, and this but gave her startled imagination power to conjure up the most frightful images.  Fears for the safety of her husband during a long journey in a distant country, where few traces of civilization could yet be found, were far more active than concern for the result of his business.  Of that she knew but little; and, so far as its success or failure had power to affect her, experienced but little anxiety.  On this account, her trouble was all for him.

Time progressed until the period of Markland’s departure was near at hand.  He had watched, painfully, the slow progress of change in Fanny’s state of mind.  There was yet no satisfactory aspect.  The fact of his near departure had ruffled the surface of her feelings, and given a hectic warmth to her cheeks and a tearful brightness to her eyes.  Most earnestly had she entreated him, over and over again, not to leave them.