"Gone!"
"He sailed for England yesterday. I've just heard it from Mr. Armstrong."
"Good Lord!" exclaimed Claude, walking up and down in marked agitation.
"My dear boy!" cried Mr. Fontaine, uncertain as to the cause of his son's emotions, "she didn't take him after all."
"No. Probably she couldn't. I dare say she means to take me, now."
"Why, Claude, everybody supposed you two were as good as engaged long before this Englishman came over."
"So we were—before he came."
"Well?"
"Well—he came."
"Really, Claude—"