'My dear Dane? what is that?' exclaimed his interlocutor.
'Hazel's travelling clock.'
"Hazel's travelling clock!Where is she going?'
'Wherever I go,' said Dane coolly.
'But where are you going? I thought your hands were full with your mills.'
'Just now they are rather full.'
'Won't they be full a long time, Duke?' said Primrose.
'Perhaps. But when I get things in order, then I shall go, if I can.'
'Where?' asked Mrs. Coles.
'In generalto see the midnight sun, and the moonlight on Milan.'