When would that be? To-morrow?
Scarcely, for the ceremonies of the coming day must occupy every moment of his time.
And what, eventually, would he do?
His words, divinely compassionate as they had been, had shadowed forth a separation between them. Had he not told her that to be the wife of a husband she could not love would be a sacrifice that no woman should ever make and no man should ever accept? That she should not so offer up her life for him?
What could this mean but a contemplated separation?
So Cora lay sleepless and tortured by these harrassing questions.
When Rule Rothsay entered the front drawing room he found there a young merchant marine captain whom he had known for many years, though not intimately.
"Ah, how do you do, Ross?" he said.
"How do you do, Governor? I must ask pardon for calling so late, but—"
"Not at all. How can I be of use to you?"