"And that you're ready to go with him now?" The faltering look had vanished. A white, still light of triumph rested on his paling face.
"Yes," said Adela again, with trembling lips.
CHAPTER XIII.
LANCE AND ADELA.
Sylv was on the point of beginning his journey, when Lance walked into his boarding-place with a hearty salutation.
"Isn't this very sudden?" he asked, with pronounced astonishment at Sylv's new move.
"It looks so to you," said the young man. "But I've been thinking it over a long time. It isn't best for me to stay here."
Lance saw that something was held in reserve, but could not conjecture what. "Suit yourself, Sylv," he returned. "If you're satisfied, I ought to be."
"Besides," said Sylv, with the air of having already given one reason, "I ought to do some of that work I promised for you."