“I had it taken to your room,” answered Miss Sabrina, coming forward. “Powlyne, go with Mr. Tennant.”
“Let her bring it down, please; I am leaving immediately,” said Paul, shaking hands with his hostess in farewell.
The judge followed him out. “Leaving, did you say? But you’ve only just come.”
“I am going to Charleston.—I must follow Miss Bruce without a moment’s delay.”
“Has she gone!” There was a gleam of triumph in the old Georgian’s eyes as he said this. “You will find Charleston a very pleasant place,” he added, politely.
XXXIV.
“DRIVE to the New York steamer.”
“She’s off, boss. Past her time.”
“Drive, I tell you.”