the hour of
twelve
` Now , ' said Mr. Devenant , ` this is our chance . ' The ship was to sail at twelve o'clock that night , at high tide ; and following the men who were seeking passengers , we went immediately on board . Devenant told the captain of the ship that I was his sister , and for such we passed during the voyage . At the hour of twelve the Utica set sail , and we were soon out at sea . `` The morning after we left Mobile , Devenant met me as I came from my state-room , and embraced me for the first time . I loved him , but it was only that affection which we have for one who has done us a lasting favour : it was the love of gratitude rather than that of the heart . We were five weeks on the sea , and yet the passage did not seem long , for Devenant was so kind .