Two or three days more elapsed, and Lyon was getting nervously anxious, when a letter from Fanny reached him.  It was brief, but of serious import.

“I have revealed all to my mother,” it began, “and my heart feels lighter.  She promises to keep our secret one week, and no longer.  Then all will be revealed to father.  I gained this much time in order that you might have an opportunity to write and tell him every thing yourself.  This, it seems to me, will be the best way.  No time is to be lost.  The week will expire quite as soon as your letter can reach him.  So pray, Mr. Lyon, write at once.  I shall scarcely sleep until all is over.”

With an angry imprecation, Lyon dashed this letter on the floor.  “Mad girl!” he said; “did I not warn her fully of the consequences?  Write to her father?  What shall I write?  Tell him that I have deceived him!  That when he thought me far away I was sitting beside his daughter, and tempting her to act towards him with concealment, if not duplicity!  Madness! folly!”

“I was a fool,” he communed with himself in a calmer mood, “to put so much in jeopardy for a woman!  Nay, a girl—­a mere child.  But what is to be done?  Three days only intervene between this time and the period at which our secret will be made known; so, whatever is to be done must be determined quickly.  Shall I treat the matter with Markland seriously, or lightly?  Not seriously, for that will surely cause him to do the same.  Lightly, of course; for the manner in which I speak of it will have its influence.  But first, I must manage to get him off to New York, and in the hands of Fenwick.  The larger his actual investment in this business, the more easily the matter will be settled.”

So he drew a sheet of paper before him, and wrote: 

“My dear Mr. Markland:—­I have had so much important correspondence with Mr. Fenwick, our managing agent in New York, consequent on letters from London and Liverpool by last steamer, that I have been unable to proceed further than this point, but shall leave to-morrow.  Mr. Fenwick has some very important information to communicate, and if he has not found time to write you, I would advise your going on to New York immediately.  At best, hurried business letters give but imperfect notions of things.  An hour’s interview with Mr. Fenwick will enable you to comprehend the present state of affairs more perfectly than the perusal of a volume of letters.  Some new aspects have presented themselves that I particularly wish you to consider.  Mr. Fenwick has great confidence in your judgment, and would, I know, like to confer with you.

“Do not fail to bring me to the remembrance of Mrs. Markland and Fanny.

Ever yours,

Lee Lyon.”

“This for to-day’s mail,” said he, is he folded the letter.  “If it does the work it is designed to accomplish, time, at least, will be gained.  Now for the harder task.”