"The 'Falcon¹' has arrived at Tilbury," said Winifred, as she looked at the shipping² news, which had interested her since Jack³'s departure. "I wonder if we shall see Captain Seagrave this time."  
"And whether he will bring any nice presents from Jack, eh, Win?" said her father, laughing.
 
She little knew who had arrived on board the "Falcon," or her joy would have been unbounded.
 
"You will come with me to The Downs?" said Jack, as he sat in the smoking lounge of the Savoy Hotel, with his friend, Barry Tuxford.
 
"You must go alone, she will not like a stranger to be present at your meeting."
 
"You are not a stranger."
 
"To her I am."
 
"Not at all, I am sure she already regards you as a friend; so does Sir Lester," said Jack. He knew, however, that it would be better to do as Barry wished. Jack's feelings, as he once again found himself in the Brighton train, can better be imagined than described. Everything was familiar, and there seemed to be no change in the surroundings. He knew the time the train left London Bridge without looking at the guide, and he found there had been no alteration⁴ during the years he had been away.
 
His whole being responded to the sights and sounds that had been so familiar. He eagerly noted⁵ every spot of interest as the train sped on its way and brought him nearer to his destination and Winifred. He was coming home as a successful man, and the thought was pleasant. Had he returned a failure he knew his reception would have been none the less hearty⁶, but he would have felt very different. Success begets⁷ confidence, and Jack was brimful of it.
 
At last, Brighton, the dear old place, the scene of so many memories of the past.
 
He inhaled⁸ the breeze with satisfaction, and walked on to the Marine⁹ Parade to look at the busy scene. He did not linger long, but went round to his former rooms in the Old Steyne, and found there had been no change there. His welcome assured him of the hearty reception he would get at Sir Lester's.
 
He took a victoria, and drove to within a couple of miles of The Downs, where he alighted and proceeded on foot.
 
How beautiful the country looked, so fresh and green, enchanting¹⁰ after the barren lands he had seen for so long. He walked slowly, as though loath¹¹ to reach happiness too soon. Rounding a turn in the road he came in sight of Sir Lester's house, and his heart beat fast. He halted and feasted his eyes on the much loved spot, that had never been absent from his memory, no matter where his lot might be cast.
 
As he approached the entrance to the drive he saw the flutter of a white dress on the terrace—it was Winifred. He felt inclined to rush forward and shout wildly, his exultation¹² was so great that it must break bounds.
 
As he walked up the drive Winifred saw him, and turning to her father said—
 
"There is someone coming, I wonder who it can be."
 
Then the familiar figure, the well known walk made her heart beat furiously with a great joy.
 
"Father, father, it's Jack!" she exclaimed.
 
"Nonsense, Win, how can it be Jack?"
 
"It is. I am sure it is. Look, look."
 
Sir Lester put on his glasses, and said—
 
"By jove, I believe you are right. Wait and see, we must not make a ridiculous mistake."
 
Jack Redland saw they recognised him, and ran forward, sprang up the terrace steps, and had Winifred in his arms, almost before she had recovered from her astonishment¹³. She put her arms round his neck and kissed him, it seemed natural for her to do so, had she not waited a long time for him?
 
"It is you, Jack, dear Jack. You have come back to us. Is it really true?"
 
"Yes, it is true, Winnie, and I have looked forward to this day during all the time I have been away."
 
Sir Lester stood looking on, his face betraying his happiness.
 
"When you have quite finished with Jack you might allow him to shake hands with me," he said, smiling.
 
Winifred blushed, and Jack said, hastily—
 
"Forgive me, Sir Lester, there is no occasion to tell you now how much we love each other."
 
Sir Lester took him by the hand, and said—
 
"This is the happiest day of my life, Jack. God bless you, my lad, the shock is almost too much for me, I have not been very strong of late."
 
He staggered a little, and Jack supported him to a chair.
 
"Has he been ill?" he asked, turning to Winifred.
 
"Yes, very ill indeed."
 
"And if it had not been for Win I should not have pulled through," said Sir Lester.
 
During the next two or three days Jack Redland gave them an account of his varied¹⁴ experiences, and found attentive¹⁵ listeners. He handed the famous black pearl to Winifred, who was delighted with its dark beauty.
 
"It must be very valuable," she said.
 
"Worth a few thousands," said Jack, carelessly.
 
"He talks about thousands much in the same way as we ordinary mortals do about pounds," said Sir Lester, laughing. "How delightful¹⁶ it must be to be a millionaire."
 
"I am not that," laughed Jack, "far from it; but as we say in the Colonies, I have made a fair pile, thanks to Barry Tuxford."
 
"Barry, we have forgotten him; it is ungrateful," said Winifred.
 
"How did you leave him? He must have been sorry to part with you."
 
"We did not part, he came with me, he is in London," said Jack.
 
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