“I was on my way,” he said, “when I heard the war rumours. There seemed to be something in it, so I came back as fast as express trains and steamers would bring me. I only landed in England this morning. I am applying for the post of correspondent to the London News.”
Wolfenden sighed.
“I would give the world,” he said, “for some such excitement as that!”
Densham drew his hand through Wolfenden’s arm.
“I saw whom you were watching just now,” he said. “She is as beautiful as ever!”
Wolfenden turned suddenly round.
“Densham,” he said, “you know who she is—tell me.”
“Do you mean to say that you have not found out?”
“I do! I know her better, but still only as Mr. Sabin’s niece!”
Densham was silent for several moments. He felt Wolfenden’s fingers gripping his arm nervously.