"I shall not leave England, Miss Graham," answered Douglas, quietly; "I am a man of the world—I venture to hope that I am also a Christian—and I can nerve myself to endure grief as a Christian and a man of the world should endure it. My brother's death will make no alteration in the plan of my life. I shall return to London almost immediately."
"And we may hope to see you in London?"
"Captain Graham and I are members of the same club. We are very likely to meet occasionally."
"And am I not to see you as well as my brother?" asked Lydia, in a low voice.
"Do you really wish to see me?"
"Can you wonder that I do so—for the sake of old times. We are friends of long standing, remember, Mr. Dale."
"Yes," answered Douglas, with marked gravity. "We have known each other for a long time."
Captain Graham entered the room at this moment.
"The carriage which is to take us to Frimley is ready, Lydia," he said; "your trunks are all on the roof, and you have only to wish Mr. Dale good-bye."
"A very sad farewell," murmured Miss Graham. "I can only trust that we may meet again under happier circumstances."