Fenton started, and wondered if she knew he was going away also. He thought for a moment, and then replied,--
"Then, why not come with me?"
"With you!" cried Kitty derisively. "What about Mrs. Malton?"
"I tell you, I don't care two straws about Mrs. Malton," he rejoined angrily. "I was only amusing myself with her."
Amusing himself! The man outside ground his teeth together in anger, and clutched the packet of letters fiercely.
"And what about your dear friend--her husband?"
"Oh, Malton," said Fenton carelessly. "I don't know, nor do I care; he was a very useful man to me for a time. But, now, I'm off."
"Off!--where?"
"To Valparaiso. Yes, I'm sick of Australia, so I sail to-morrow morning for South America. Will you come with me, Kitty?"
Kitty looked doubtful.