“But,” he said, “the count’s generosity is too overwhelming; Valentine will be satisfied with my humble fortune. Where is the count, friend? Lead me to him.”

Jacopo pointed towards the horizon.

“What do you mean?” asked Valentine. “Where is the count?⁠—where is Haydée?”

“Look!” said Jacopo.

The eyes of both were fixed upon the spot indicated by the sailor, and on the blue line separating the sky from the Mediterranean Sea, they perceived a large white sail.

“Gone,” said Morrel; “gone!⁠—adieu, my friend⁠—adieu, my father!”

“Gone,” murmured Valentine; “adieu, my sweet Haydée⁠—adieu, my sister!”

“Who can say whether we shall ever see them again?” said Morrel with tearful eyes.