In the afternoon, while walking in the garden, Pascal met Old Manassa.
“She has promised to marry him. Manassa, you are an old fool. You should have been in your grave long ago.”
The old man straightened up; his eyes flashed. “I shall not die until I see Manuel Della Coscia, who murdered your father, weltering in his own blood.”
CHAPTER III.
“PYLADES AND ORESTES.”
“Are you going, Vic?”
“Of course I am going. I have been ordered to join Admiral Sir Hugh Walter’s flagship, which sails for Halifax in a week.”
“I do not mean that. What I want to know is whether you are going to Buckholme with me. I met Clarence Glynne on the Strand yesterday, and he gave me a most cordial invitation to come out. He extended it to me in the name of his father, Miss Renville, and himself.”
“That was more than a double-header, Jack,” said Victor; “that was three of a kind.”
“I hope you won’t consider me egotistical, Victor, but I really think from what he said that she was the instigator of the invitation.”
The one addressed as Victor was silent for a moment. He cast his eyes downward as though thinking the matter over. At last he said: