"Cecil has not returned," she said quietly. "What is to be done?"
The captain at once guessed the truth, and was silent.
"He is ashamed to return," she said. "How are we to learn where he is?"
He remained silent.
"If we were to advertise in the papers," she suggested, "could we not by that means let him know that his ... imprudence ... has been overlooked?"
"Yes, yes. That is the only plan."
"Will you do it?"
"At once; but go you home, he may return every minute."
"You think, then, he will return?" she asked with more emotion in her voice than she had hitherto betrayed.
He trembled slightly as he answered,—