"For Vienna?"
"I'm rather tired of Vienna," said Gartney, listlessly, "I've been there four times and it's always the same. If you don't mind, I'd rather we tried a fresh locality."
"I don't care," said Otterburn, with a scowl. "I'll go anywhere--to the devil if you like."
"That's looking too far ahead," replied Eustace ironically. "What do you say to Cyprus? I've been reading Mallock's book about it and it seems one place not in the grip of Cook's tourists and Baedeker's Guide Books. We can take the train to Venice, and go down the Adriatic."
"Very well," said Macjean, rising, with a huge sigh. "If you don't mind, I'll go to Milan to-day. You can follow to-morrow."
"All right," said Eustace quietly, judging it best to let his young friend go away for a time and get over his disappointment in solitude. "I will come with you to Como, and can see both you and the Erringtons off at the same time."
"Then I'll go and tell Johnnie to get my traps together."
"Certainly, but look here, old fellow, although you have not honoured me with your confidence I can guess your trouble, but don't worry about it."
"Oh, it's all very well for you," said Otterburn, reddening, "you're not in love."
"I'm not so sure of that," murmured Eustace in a dreary tone, whereupon Angus laughed scornfully.