The miserable hours trod slowly in the footsteps of each other, and the night wore itself away somehow. He never undressed, or went to bed, but about daybreak he flung himself on a couch, where he sank into a half slumber which lasted till the people of the house were astir and the world had woke up to another day.
He was glad when ten o’clock had come, at which hour he set foot on board The Prairie Belle on his way back to Pineapple City.
CHAPTER VI.
ALEC’S FATE
Denis Boyd did not forget the promise he had given Alec Clare not to mention his encounter with the latter after his return to England. It did not, however, seem to him that there was any necessity to include his father in the embargo thus laid on his tongue. Accordingly when, a little later, Colonel Boyd went on a visit to his son, the latter, knowing that his father and Sir Gilbert were acquaintances of many years’ standing, mentioned, as one of the minor incidents of his recent visit to the States, his meeting with young Clare, without any thought that the Colonel might have occasion to deem it worth his while to mention the circumstance again. As it fell out, however, a few weeks later, Colonel Boyd and Sir Gilbert found themselves together in the reading-room of the London club of which both were members. They had not met for some time, for of late years the baronet’s visits to the metropolis had become few and far between. They greeted each other heartily, and agreed to lunch together.
In the course of the meal the Colonel said: “By the way, Clare, my lad and yours stumbled across each other quite by accident a little while ago in the States, where Denny had been sent on a matter of business for his firm.”
“Ah, indeed,” remarked the baronet as he set down the glass of wine he had been in the act of raising to his lips. “And how was Alec?”
“First-rate, for anything I was told to the contrary. They had only a very short time together, as I understood, and seeing that they were chums at college, they would have plenty of subjects to talk about.”
“No doubt—no doubt. By-the-bye, did your boy say whereabouts in the States it was—in New York, or Boston, or Chicago—that he came across Alec?”
“Oh, it was in some quite outlandish place I believe; but I did not trouble to remember the name.”
“I am rather anxious to ascertain Alec’s address, and for this reason: his godmother, Mrs. Fleming, died lately and left him a legacy of two thousand pounds. The executors, being anxious to wind up the estate, have applied to me for his address, which I am unable to furnish them with. You see, Alec kicked over the traces pretty considerably some time ago, and he and I parted in a huff, since which he has not condescended to keep me au courant of his movements. Now, if your boy can supply me with his address, it will get me out of my difficulty with Mrs. Fleming’s executors.”