The week consumed. We were told that he was going on such a day, that his destination was “Basse-Terre in Guadeloupe:” the business which called him abroad related to a friend’s interests, not his own: I thought as much.

“Basse-Terre in Guadeloupe.” I had little sleep about this time, but whenever I did slumber, it followed infallibly that I was quickly roused with a start, while the words “Basse-Terre,” “Guadeloupe,” seemed pronounced over my pillow, or ran athwart the darkness round and before me, in zigzag characters of red or violet light.