“I will pack them myself, Alick dear, and then they will be sure to be done right.”
“As you please, little woman.”
“How long shall you be gone, Alick? Can you tell me that?”
“Oh, not exactly. The length of my absence depends upon circumstances. Not more than a week or ten days at most.”
“At least you will be sure to be back within the fortnight?”
“Yes, certainly. But you know we can talk over all this to-night, when I get back from town. I shall certainly be home to tea,” said Mr. Lyon, as he arose from the table.
“Then I shall hope to see you. And I know you will come if you can, Alick,” she answered, as she thought of her constant disappointments in this respect.
He understood her, and he answered, as he drew on his riding-coat:
“I can be back this last evening, and I will. Good-bye until I see you again, little Drusa.”
And he put on his hat and hurried out of the house, pulling on his gloves as he passed.