“Then you'll go on board one of the ships to-night,” said Ryder. “Your things will be packed and sent to you before the steamer sails to-morrow.”
The Hon. Fitzroy Bagley, third son of a British peer, did not understand even yet that he was discharged as one dismisses a housemaid caught kissing the policeman. He could not think what Mr. Ryder wanted him to go abroad for unless it were on some matter of business, and it was decidedly inconvenient for him to sail at this time.
“But, sir,” he stammered. “I'm afraid—I'm afraid—”
“Yes,” rejoined Ryder promptly, “I notice that—your hand is shaking.”
“I mean that I—”
“You mean that you have other engagements!” said Ryder sternly.
“Oh no—no but—”
“No engagement at eleven o'clock tomorrow morning?” insisted Ryder.
“With my daughter?” chimed in the senator.