“Abroad? Where to? Is it to Cannes again? Or will you take a run over to—to the U-nited States?” said Willy, with an indifferent assumption of an American accent.
One or two movements from the horse filled the brief silence which ensued, and when Nugent spoke again it was evident he had mounted.
“No,” he said; “that’s about the last place I should ever want to go to. Well, good-bye. I suppose I shall find you here when I get back?” He went on a few steps, and stopped. “Say good-bye to Miss Sarsfield for me, will you?” he said, and rode out of the yard.
PART III.
PROFIT AND LOSS.
CHAPTER I.
A THREAT.
“With morning wakes the will, and cries,
‘Thou shalt not be the fool of loss.’”
“A night of mystery. Strange sounds are swept
Through the dim air.”
Aunt Jane’s answer to my letter had come. It had been much what I expected it would be; she said she would be satisfied to see me back at any time I saw fit to come, and she even unbent so far as to say that the sooner that was, the better pleased she would be.