Macloud blew a couple of smoke rings and watched them sail upward.
“I suppose you’re equally discerning as to Miss Carrington, and her love for you,” Croyden commented.
“I regret to say, I’m not,” said Macloud, seriously. “That is what troubles me, indeed. Unlike my friend, Geoffrey Croyden, I’m perfectly sure of my own mind, but I’m not sure of the lady’s.”
“Then, why don’t you find out?” 326
“Exactly what I shall do, when she returns.”
“It’s sure as fate!” said Croyden.
“Thanks! We each seem to be able to answer the other’s uncertainty,” he remarked, calmly.
Presently, Macloud arose.
“I’m going over to Ashburton, and talk with the Captain a little—sort of cheer him up. Come along?”
Croyden shook his head.