"I'll keep it till you come
back. You leave for Norway to-night, then?"
"Yes. If I can. But it's the winter season--and there'll be all manner
of difficulties. I'm afraid it's no easy matter to reach the Altenfjord
at this time of year."
"Why not use your yacht, and be independent of obstacles?" suggested
Lovelace.
"She's under repairs, worse luck!" sighed Philip despondingly. "She
won't be in sailing condition for another month. No--I must take my
chance--that's all. It's possible I may overtake Thelma at Hull--that's
my great hope."
"Well, don't be down in the mouth about it, my boy!" said Beau
sympathetically. "It'll all come right, depend upon it! Your wife's a
sweet, gentle, noble creature,--and when once she knows all about the
miserable mistake that has arisen, I don't know which will be greatest,
her happiness or her penitence, for having misunderstood the position.
Now let's have some coffee."
He ordered this refreshment from a passing waiter, and as he did so, a
gentleman, with hands clasped behind his back, and a suave smile on his
countenance, bowed to him with marked and peculiar courtesy as he
sauntered on his way through the room.
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