"The note was given up I saw it burned."
Fleda's two hands clasped each other mutely.
"And will he be silent?"
"I think he will choose to be so, for his own sake."
The only sake that would avail in that quarter, Fleda knew.
How had Mr. Carleton ever managed it?
"And Charlton?" she said, after a few minutes' cheerful musing.
"I had the pleasure of Captain Rossitur's company to breakfast the next morning, and I am happy to report that there is no danger of any trouble arising there."
"How shall I ever thank you, Sir!" said Fleda, with trembling lips.
His smile was so peculiar, she almost thought he was going to tell her. But just then, Mrs. Renney having accomplished the desirable temperature of her feet, came back to warm her ears, and placed herself on the next seat happily not the one behind, but the one before them, where her eyes were thrown away; and the lines of Mr. Carleton's mouth came back to their usual quiet expression.
"You were in particular haste to reach home?" he asked.