"Then it does not signify?"
"It signifies for him. I've an idea that I know where he's gone, and I think I shall go after him."
"Is it far, Frank?"
"Something short of Australia, luckily."
"Oh, Frank!"
"I'll tell you the truth. It's my belief that Carry Brattle is living about twenty miles off, and that he's gone to see his sister."
"Carry Brattle!—down here!"
"I don't know it, and I don't want to hear it mentioned; but I fancy it is so. At any rate, I shall go and see."
"Poor, dear, bright little Carry! But how is she living, Frank?"
"She's not one of the army of martyrs, you may be sure. I daresay she's no better than she should be."