"I'll let you know. Fine sporting country, I believe,—bears, wolves, buffaloes, game of sorts."
"Well, good-bye and God bless you, my boy! Remember there'll always be one man in the old country that wants you. I'd sooner die than have that new man poking round me. I'll send for old Tom Tamplin, hanged if I don't."
Wulfrey rode on to the Hall.
"Going away, Wulf? Where to and for how long?" asked Elinor, anxious and troubled.
"That depends. I've not been up to the mark lately and a good long change will set me up."
"But you will come back?"
"I have really no plans made, except to get away for a time and see a bit of the outside world."
"I was hoping ... you would stop and ... sometime, perhaps..." and the small white hands clasped and unclasped nervously, as was her way when her mind was upset.
"The change I am sure will be good for me. And you are quite all right again. You are looking better than I've seen you for a long time past."
"I'm all right," she said drearily, "except that I have bad dreams now and again. I cannot be quite sure in my own mind——"