Chapter Thirty Four.
The Mouse and the Lion.
The stay at Scarboro’ was short, for a letter came from Aunt Hannah, announcing that Mr Deering was coming down, and adding rather pathetically that she wished he would not.
The doctor tossed the letter over to Vane, who was looking out of the hotel window, making a plan for sliding bathing machines down an inclined plane; and he had mentally contrived a delightful arrangement when he was pulled up short by the thought that the very next north-east gale would send in breakers, and knock his inclined plane all to pieces.
“For me to read, uncle,” he said.
The doctor nodded.
“Then you’ll want to go back.”
“Yes, and you must stay by yourself.”