“Patience for what?”
As Mr. Proudleigh could not say, he merely suggested that Jones had better not act rashly, but Samuel would not allow his mind to be affected by such advice.
He took his hat.
“When you goin’ to Culebra?” asked Catherine, wondering if she would have time to warn Susan.
“Why you want to know?”
“Never mind, if y’u don’t want to tell me!” she snapped, “but take care what you doin’.”
“I know what I am doing,” answered Jones, and left the room.
“You think him will really go?” Mr. Proudleigh inquired anxiously of Catherine, after the door had closed behind Jones.
Catherine pondered a moment.