"Yes; I am going away in three weeks' time. Aunt West goes with me to America."
He starts.
"Is it possible?"
"Yes, we are going to seek a home in my own land. Bid me bon voyage, Lieutenant De Vere. You are the only friend I have made in England, that is, if I may call you my friend," wistfully.
He gulps down a great sigh of disappointment, regret, and pain, and holds out his hand.
"Yes, I am your friend, if I can not be your lover," he said, manfully.
[CHAPTER XXXVII.]
Something like a week later Lieutenant De Vere, strolling down a street in London, comes suddenly face to face with Clive, Lord Lancaster.
"What! not gone home yet?" says the former, in surprise, and Lancaster flushes guiltily.