"And so you are not coming home, Brian? Well, I think you are very foolish. You have had three hot weathers straight off."
"I don't think it can be done this year, Aunt Liz."
"It ought to be done, when your Aunt Liz is in England. Don't you require some new clothes? Oh, there is old Mordoo beckoning; I suppose he wants to speak to me about the doves. Don't go in, Verona, I will be back in two seconds."
"Your last evening here," said Salwey, breaking a somewhat constrained silence. "How glad you must be to leave the land of regrets—when you can regret nothing."
"You forget," she answered, in a low voice. "Two graves."
"Yes, and I promise you that they will be well cared for—since Mrs. Chandos is leaving the station."
"And is all her business arranged and wound up?"
"Yes, it is now in the hands of a trustworthy man—her books have been destroyed. She has, however, an ample income."
"So Saloo is no more, thanks to you. And your wish is accomplished."
How bold she was!