“Your course is plain enough, Bark,” said Raymond. “Mine is not so plain.”
“You think I ought to return to the Tritonia; don’t you?” added Bark.
“That is my view.”
“But suppose the fleet should sail before I get to Carthagena?”
“You must take your chance of that.”
“But you will not go back with me?”
“No: it would not be safe for me to do that. It will be better for my uncle in Barcelona not to know where I am.”
“But what shall I say to Mr. Lowington, or Mr. Pelham, when I am asked where you are?” inquired Bark. “I suppose it is still to be part of my programme not to lie.”
“Undoubtedly; and I hope you will stick to it as long as you live.”