"There, now," said Arthur, "that cruel father of mine has broken his promise and carried her off to Elmtrees!"
At this moment Wardlaw senior returned, to tell Arthur he had been just too late to meet the Rollestons. "Oh, here he is!" said he; and there were fresh greetings.
"Well, but," said Arthur, "where is Helen!"
"I think it is I who ought to ask that question," said Rolleston, gravely. "I telegraphed you at Elmtrees, thinking of course she would come with you to meet me at the station. It does not much matter, a few hours; but her not coming makes me uneasy, for her health was declining when she left me. How is my child, Mr. Wardlaw? Pray tell me the truth."
Both the Wardlaws looked at one another, and at General Rolleston, and the elder Wardlaw said there was certainly some misunderstanding here. "We fully believed that your daughter was coming home with you in the Shannon."
"Come home with me? Why, of course not. She sailed three weeks before me. Good Heavens! Has she not arrived?"
"No," replied old Wardlaw, "we have neither seen nor heard of her."
"Why, what ship did she sail in?" said Arthur.
"In the Proserpine."