Doodles also trembled when he heard this anathema, and thought once more of the character of Jack Stuart and his yacht.
"Pray go with her," said Archie.
"But I had come to see you off."
"Never mind," said Archie. "He is in such a taking, you know. God bless you, old fellow; good-by! I'll write and tell you what fish we get, and mind you tell me what Turriper does for the Bedfordshire. Good-by, Madame Gordeloup—good-by."
There was no escape for him, so Doodles put on his hat and prepared to walk away to Mount Street with the Spy under his arm,—the Spy as to whose avocations, over and beyond those of her diplomatic profession, he had such strong suspicions! He felt inclined to be angry with his friend, but the circumstances of his parting hardly admitted of any expression of anger.
"Good-by, Clavvy," he said. "Yes; I'll write; that is, if I've got anything to say."
"Take care of yourself, captain," said Sophie.
"All right," said Archie.
"Mind you come and see me when you come back," said Sophie.
"Of course I will," said Archie.