“That is honorable, noble in you, Captain Ratlin, so promptly to relinquish all connection with a calling, which though it affords fortune and command, can never permit you self-respect.”

“The ship will probably be despatched within these two weeks, and then I will take any birth in legitimate commerce, where I may win an honorable name and reputation.”

“There is my hand on so honorable a resolution,” said Miss huntington, frankly, while a single tear of pleasure trembled in her clear, lustrous eyes.

The young commander took the hand respectfully that waits extended to him, but when he raised his eyes to her face and detected that tear, a thought for a moment ran through his brain, a faint shadow of hope that perhaps she loved him, or might at some future time do so, and bending over the fair hand he held he pressed it gently to his lips.  He was not repulsed, nor chided, but she delicately rose and turned to her mother’s apartment.

How small a things will affect the whole tenor of a life time; trifles lighter than straws are levers in the building up of destiny.  Captain Ratlin turned from that brief interview with a feeling he had never before experienced.  The idea that Miss Huntington really cared for him beyond the ordinary interest, that the circumstances of their acquaintances had caused, had not thus far been entertained by him; had this been otherwise he would doubtless have differently interpreted many agreeable tokens which she had granted him, and to which his mind now went back eagerly to recall and consider under the new phase of feeling which actuated him.

How else could he interpret that tear but as springing from a heart that was full of kindly feeling towards him.  It was a tell-tale drop of crystal that glistened but one moment there.  Could it have been fancy? was it possible he could have been mistaken?  The matter assumed an aspect of intense importance it his estimation, and he paced the apartment where she had left him alone, half in doubt, half hoping.  In one instant how different an aspect all things wore; life, its aims, the persons he met at the door as he now passed out.  Even the foliage seemed to partake of the freshness of his spirit, and the world to become rejuvenated and beautified in every aspect in which he could view it.

This was the bright tide of the picture which his imagination, aided by that gaudy painter and fancy colorer, Hope, had conjured up before his mind’s eye, but the reverse side of the picture was at hand, and now he paused to ask himself seriously:  “Can this be?  Who am I? a poor unknown sailor, fortuneless, friendless, nameless.  Who is she? a lady of refined cultivation, high family, wealth, and beauty.  Is it likely that two such persons as I have considered should be joined by intimate friendship? can such barriers as these be broken down by love?  Alas, I am not so blind, so foolish, so unreasonable, as to believe it for a moment.”  So once more the heart of the young commander was heavy within his breast.