“From Australia—I thought—”
“Yes, you thought I was bound to China,” said Harry, coolly. “But I left the Sea Eagle, not liking Captain Hartley Brandon very much, and went to Australia instead.”
This was a surprise to the squire, who answered, doggedly, however, “You seem to be laboring under a strange mistake, Harry. What possible motive could I have for sending you away?”
“I can think of one,” said Harry, significantly; “but perhaps you would not like to have me mention it.”
Again the squire’s face flushed, for he comprehended the allusion very well. He turned to Mrs. Raymond.
“Am I to understand, Mrs. Raymond,” he said, “that you break your engagement to me?”
“I should hardly expect to marry you now, after all that has happened.”
“Then,” said the squire, angrily, “I may as well go; but, before going,” he added, with a sneer, “I congratulate you on securing a new dress at my expense.”
“How is this, mother?” asked Harry.