As Fairfax took his car to go down to Ninth Street, he said to himself—
"If this is the first sentimental history on which I am to embark, it lacks romance from the start."
CHAPTER XX
At the studio he was informed by Cedersholm's man, Charley, that his master was absent on a long voyage.
"He has left me a letter, Charley, a note?"
"Posted it, no doubt, sir."
Charley asked Mr. Fairfax if he had been ill. Charley was thoroughly sympathetic with the Southerner, but he was as well an excellent servant, notwithstanding that he served a master whom he did not understand.
"I should like to get my traps in the studio, Charley."