“Papa,” she whispered again, “take me home—let us go home together.”
“My darling, you are at home now.”
“No, papa, I don't mean that; I mean home—I home—Glenmara.”
“I will, Daireen: we shall go away from here. We shall be happy together in the old house.”
“Yes,” she said. “Happy—happy.”
“What do you mean, sir?” said the maître d'hôtel, referring to a question put to him by Despard, who had been brought away from the bishop's house by Harwood in a diplomatically friendly manner. “What do you mean? Didn't Mr. Markham tell you he was going?”
“Going—where?” said Harwood.
“To Natal, sir? I felt sure that he had told you, though he didn't speak to us. Yes, he left in the steamer for Natal two hours ago.”
“Squaring everything?” asked Despard.
“Sir!” said the maître; “Mr. Markham was a gentleman.”