"Call your maid at once to pack up your trunks. We leave the Ocean House within an hour."
With these words, he strode out of the room, banging the door after him.
"God! how I hate that man!" hissed Sally. "I think his death will lay at my door yet."
CHAPTER XL.
Leave Newport when the season was at its height! The very thought of such a thing was bitterness itself to Sally Gardiner, this butterfly of fashion, who loved the whirl of society as dearly as the breath of life.
Antoinette entered, bearing a bouquet of fragrant crimson roses in her hand.
Sally sprung from the chair, into which she had sunk a moment before, with a frightened little cry.
What if Jay Gardiner had by chance been in the room when those roses were brought in, with Victor Lamont's card attached? What if he had snatched them from Antoinette's hand, and discovered the note that was hidden in their fragrant depths?
"The handsome English gentleman sends these, with his compliments, to madame," whispered the girl, after casting a furtive glance about the apartment, to make sure Doctor Gardiner had gone.