“You are sure of that?”
“Quite sure.”
“Play any trick you like on Lecount,” said Noel Vanstone, with an air of unutterable relief. “I have had my suspicions lately that she is trying to domineer over me; I am beginning to feel that I have borne with Lecount long enough. I wish I was well rid of her.”
“You shall have your wish,” said Captain Wragge. “You shall be rid of her in a week or ten days.”
Noel Vanstone rose eagerly and approached the captain’s chair.
“You don’t say so!” he exclaimed. “How do you mean to send her away?”
“I mean to send her on a journey,” replied Captain Wragge.
“Where?”
“From your house at Aldborough to her brother’s bedside at Zurich.”
Noel Vanstone started back at the answer, and returned suddenly to his chair.