Hervey took the envelope and tore it open. He read his sister’s message, and a world of relief and triumph lit up his face.
“Good,” he muttered. Then he passed it to his companion. “Read that. Do you still need a mortgage? I shall set out to-night.”
The hotel proprietor read the message, and a satisfied smile spread over his face. It did not do for him to press his customers too hard. But still he was a business man. He, too, felt relieved.
“This relates to–––?”
“An ouylying farm of mine which I have now sold.”
“Your promise will be sufficient, Mr. Malling. I thought we should find an amicable settlement for our difficulty. You start to-night?”
“Yes.”