“Very well. How’s your wound? Where were you hurt, anyhow?”
“Not worth mentioning, as I cabled you, and I suppose you got my telegram in New York saying I was all right again. Sure you got everything you want?”
“I am overwhelmed by all this luxury, and your generosity.”
“Glad you like it. Has Mrs. Blake gone to California?”
“She went directly from the steamer. How is Mark getting on. I’ve had only notes from Ora.”
“All right. He doesn’t write but has telegraphed once or twice. He’d better stay below several months. Write Mrs. Blake to persuade him to take things easy. He had a close call. I can get along without him for awhile, but I can’t afford to lose him. Will you see to this?”
“I’ll write Ora today. She’s in no hurry to return to Butte—was delighted at the prospect of going to California, and intends to take Mark to Santa Barbara, where she knows a lot of people.”
“Ah! Good. Well, I must get some breakfast. Amuse yourself.”
“And you won’t be in for several days?”
“Afraid not. Good-bye.”