"Any letters for Charles to mail?"
"No, Grandfather."
The Admiral limped away. Becky stood up. Cope turned from the fire.
"If it doesn't rain to-morrow, I'll show America to Olga of Petrograd."
They smiled at each other, and Becky held out her hand. He bent and kissed it. "I shall sleep well to-night because of—to-morrow."
III
But when to-morrow came there was a telephone message for Becky that Major Prime and his wife were in town. They had messages for her from Huntersfield, and from King's Crest.
"And so our day is spoiled," said Archibald.
"We can come again," said the Admiral, "but we must be getting back to Siasconset to-morrow. I wrote to Tristram. We'll have Prime and his wife here for dinner to-night, and drive them out somewhere this afternoon. I remember Mark Prime well. I played golf with him one season at Del Monte. How did you happen to know him, Becky?"
Becky told of the Major's sojourn to King's Crest.