That day at luncheon Owen announced his intention of leaving Abertewey the following morning.
'To see the fair lady who wrote that neat note?' said Howel.
'Probably so,' replied Owen.
'Where are you going? We shall miss you dreadfully,' said Madame Duvet, with an entreating glance.
'I fear we must all leave on Tuesday or Wednesday,' said Miss Simpson: 'at least if you still intend going to London with us, Madame Duvet. I have had a letter from home, positively refusing any further extension of leave, and my brother promises to return with me.'
'We may as well all go together, then,' said Captain Dancy, 'as I must be in town this week; and Deep goes up on Tuesday. When are you coming, Jenkins?'
'Only in time for Ascot. I cannot leave home until to-morrow week, and shall probably only remain the race week. Mrs Jenkins is not going up, and I shall not like to leave her long alone. Owen, you must come over and see her when I am away.'
'I think you had better stay at home, Howel. You will run less risk in taking care of Netta than you will at Ascot.'
'Thanks for your advice, but I know my own business best.'
'I beg your pardon, Howel, I meant no offence. But although I am going home, I don't know how long I may stay there. Perhaps shall be off to sea in a few days.'