Dr. Sevier and he had but few words. Richling was dejected from weariness, and his friend weary with dejections.
“Where have you been all day?” asked the Doctor, with a touch of irritation.
“Getting Kate Ristofalo ready to leave the city.”
“You shouldn’t have left the house; but it’s no use to tell you anything. Has she gone?”
“No.”
“Well, in the name of common-sense, then, when is she going?”
“In two or three days,” replied Richling, almost in retort.
The Doctor laughed with impatience.
“If you feel responsible for her going get her off by to-morrow afternoon at the furthest.” He dropped his tired head against the back of his chair.
“Why,” said Richling, “I don’t suppose the fleet can fight its way through all opposition and get here short of a week.”