Five minutes later Grace opened the door impetuously.
"Frank, don't you know you will be la—Oh, I beg pardon."
She closed it hastily, and retreated. The Captain, standing in the doorway, looked impatiently at his watch.
"What keeps the fellow? He'll be late to a dead certainty."
Grace laughed.
"There is no hurry, I think. I don't believe Frank will go to Germany this time."
CHAPTER XXIII.
LONG HAVE I BEEN TRUE TO YOU, NOW I'M TRUE NO LONGER.
Far away from the blue skies, and bracing breezes of Lower Canada, the twilight of a dull April day was closing down over the din and tumult of London.