"I suppose so," Mr. Parmalee responded, gruffly. "You're boss in this business, it seems, and I've got to do as you say. But it's hard on a fellow; I calk'lated on taking you over with me."
"Would you have me go to you penniless? I will come to you with a fortune. Believe me, trust me, and wait. You will be on the stone terrace at twelve to-night?"
"She will," said the American. "I'll wait in the boat. 'Tain't likely they want me to be present at their interview. Just remind my lady to fetch along the three hundred pounds, and don't let her fail to come. I want to sail in the 'Angelina Dobbs' to-night."
"She will not fail. She will come."
Her eyes blazed up with a lurid fire as she said it.
"She will be there," she said, "and she shall fetch the three hundred pounds. Do you not fail!"
"I will not. Will you be there, too, Sybilla?"
"I? Of course not. There is no need of me."
"Then we say good-bye here?"
"Yes. Good-bye until we meet in New York."