"Oh yes. And I think she will come over to our side, when she knows the reasons."
Sandie bent down and reverently kissed the hand he held.
"Then"—— said Dolly, on whose cheek the flushes were coming and going,—but she did not finish her sentence.
"Then, what?"
"I was thinking to ask, how soon or when you expect your ship to go home?"
"I do not know certainly. Probably I shall be ordered home before Christmas; but it may not be till January."
Dolly was silent again.
"If our plan is carried out, you will go sooner, will you not?"
"Oh, immediately. As soon as possible."
"In that case you will be there before I shall. I told you, I have nobody very nearly belonging to me; but there is a cousin—a sort of cousin—living in the place; Mrs. Armitage; I will send her word to open the house and get it in some sort of order for us."