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She shuddered at the remembrance, and her face grew a shade paler.

"It seems wonderful to me how you could have been forgotten by all," said Fred.

"So it seemed to me at first, but not now. I never went on deck after the death of my dear uncle"—she paused, and her eyes filled with tears—"he was lost in a dreadful storm, a week before you rescued me. Alas! this seems doomed to be a luckless voyage."

"I fear you will not like your quarters here," said Fred, glancing around the narrow and poorly-furnished cabin, "it is hardly in a fit condition for the reception of a lady."

"Oh! if that were all," she said, with a half sigh, "but I am afraid it will be such a long time before I can reach home."

"I too, have longed for the end of this voyage," said Fred, "but now the time will appear all too short."

She looked up suddenly, to find the deep, dark eyes of the speaker fixed upon her with a look of profound admiration. For a moment, the golden lashes dropped over the blue eyes, and a vivid crimson, whether of anger or embarrassment he knew not, mantled her pale cheeks.