Gertrude made no reply, but tears trickled down her cheeks, as they both slowly resumed their walk along the beach.  Presently the splash of oars was heard, and turning quickly to discover the cause, Julia saw a boat leave the vessel, at which they had just been looking, and pull immediately towards them.  In the stern stood an officer in American uniform, whom the eyes of Love were not slow to distinguish, even in the growing dusk of evening.

“It is Ernest,” exclaimed the excited girl, forgetting for a moment her sister in herself.  “I thought he would not have departed without seeking to see me.”

A few strokes of the oars were sufficient to bring the boat to the shore.  The American stepped out, and leaving the boat to follow the direction of the vessel, now drifting fast with the current towards the outlet, which the remainder of the flotilla had already passed, pursued his course along the sands in earnest conversation with the sisters, or rather with one of them, for poor Gertrude, after the first salutation, seemed to have lost all inclination to speak.

“Fate, dearest Julia,” said the officer despondingly, “has decreed our interview earlier than I had expected.  However, under all circumstances, I may esteem myself happy, to have seen you at all.  I am indebted for this favor to the officer commanding yonder vessel, in which our regiment is embarked, for the satisfaction, melancholy as it is, of being enabled to bid you a temporary farewell.”

“Then are we both indebted to one of my own family for the happiness; for that it is a happiness, Ernest, I can answer from the depression of my spirits just now, when I feared you were about to depart without seeing me at all.  The officer in command of your vessel is, or ought to be, a cousin of our own.”

“Indeed!—­then is he doubly entitled to my regard.  But, Julia, let the brief time that is given us, be devoted to the arrangement of plans for the future.  I will not for a moment doubt your faith, after what occurred at our last interview; but shall I be certain of finding you here, when later we return to wash away the stain this day’s proceedings have thrown upon our national honor.  Forgive me, if I appear to mix up political feelings, with private grief, but it cannot be denied, (and he smiled faintly through the mortification evidently called up by the recollection,) that to have one’s honor attainted, and to lose one’s mistress in the same day, are heavier taxes on human patience, than it can be expected a soldier should quietly bear.”

“And when I am yours at a later period, I suppose you will expect me to be as interested in the national honor, as you are,” replied Julia, anxious to rally him on a subject she felt, could not but be painful to a man of high feelings, as she fully believed the Colonel to be.  How are we to reconcile such clashing interests?  How am I so far to overcome my natural love for the country which gave me birth, as to rejoice in its subjugation by yours; and yet, that seems to be the eventual object at which you hint.  Your plan, if I understand right, is to return here with an overwhelming army; overrun the province, and make me your property by fight of conquest, while all connected with me, by blood, or friendship, are to be borne into captivity.  If we marry, sir, we must draw lots which of us shall adopt a new country.”