"Only the river of death could have 'divided' Douglass and me."
A frown overshadowed his massive brow, but he merely added composedly:
"I did not suspect until to-night that you were endowed with your mother's histrionic talent. Some day you will rival her as an actress, and at least I may venture to congratulate you upon the fact that she will scarcely be disappointed in your dramatic skill."
For nearly a moment, neither spoke.
"Mr. Palma, you have no objection, I hope, to my carrying mother's portrait with me?"
"It is undeniably your property, but since you will so soon possess the original, I would suggest the propriety of leaving the picture where it is, until your mother decides where she will reside."
"I understood that you had sold this house, and feared that in the removal it might be injured."
"It will be carefully preserved with my own pictures, and if your mother wishes it forwarded I will comply with her instructions. All the business details of your voyage I have arranged with Mrs. Palma and Mr. Chesley; and you have only to pack your trunks and bid adieu to such friends as you may deem worthy of a farewell visit. Have you a copy of Jean Ingelow?"
"No, sir."
"Then oblige me by accepting mine. I have no time for poetry."