"What are you going to do, Jack?" I gasped.
"I am going to find your husband and send him after you," he said sternly.
"Jack, you mustn't," I said wildly.
"But I must," he returned firmly. "You have quarrelled over me. I could not cross the water leaving you in an unsettled condition like this."
He came swiftly to my side, and took my hands firmly in his.
"Margaret, remember this, if I die or live, all I am and all I have is at your service. If I die there will be enough, thank heaven, to make you independent of any one. If I live—"
He hesitated for a long moment, then stooped closer to me.
"This may be a caddish thing to do, but it is borne in upon me that I ought to tell you this before I go. I hope the settling of this quarrel will be the beginning of a happier life for you. But if things should ever get really unbearable in your life, bad enough for divorce, I mean, remember that the dearest wish of my life would be fulfilled if I could call you wife. Good-by, Margaret. God bless and keep you."
I felt the touch of his lips against my hair.
Then he released me and went quickly out of the room.