“I wish you would come out in our part of the country,” ventured Orde.
Gerald smiled his fine smile.
“Good-bye,” said he. “Going to a train is useless, and a bore to everybody.”
Carroll threw herself on his neck in an access of passionate weeping.
“You WILL write and tell me of everything, won't you?” she begged.
“Of course. There now, good-bye.”
Orde followed him into the hall.
“It would be quite useless to attempt another interview?” he inquired.
Gerald made a little mouth.
“I am in the same predicament as yourselves,” said he, “and have since nine this morning taken up my quarters at the club. Please do not tell Carroll; it would only pain her.”