“It was not my intention to take leave of you when I said goodbye to the rest, but I hoped to see you in classe . I was disappointed. The interview is deferred. Be ready for me. Ere I sail, I must see you at leisure, and speak with you at length. Be ready; my moments are numbered, and, just now, monopolized; besides, I have a private business on hand which I will not share with any, nor communicate⁠—even to you.⁠— Paul. ”

“Be ready?” Then it must be this evening: was he not to go on the morrow? Yes; of that point I was certain. I had seen the date of his vessel’s departure advertised. Oh! I would be ready, but could that longed-for meeting really be achieved? the time was so short, the schemers seemed so watchful, so active, so hostile; the way of access appeared strait as a gully, deep as a chasm⁠—Apollyon straddled across it, breathing flames. Could my Greatheart overcome? Could my guide reach me?