McTaggart chuckled.
"Good old Bethune! always an eye to business, what? You can take the order—and spare no cost. Line it with white. It'll do for the wedding."
Then a sudden memory clouded his mirth as his thoughts reverted to the tragedy at Rome.
"I'm glad all the same I'm too late for the funeral..."
Early next morning he started for Siena.
CHAPTER XIV
At Dover he remembered Mr. Cadell.
With a sense of guilt he sent the following wire:
"Cannot call to-day. Obliged to go abroad on important business. Will write.