“Marry him, Catherine—and forget Me.”
The great heart that he had so sorely wounded pitied him, forgave him, answered him with a burst of tears. She held out one imploring hand.
His lips touched it—he was gone.
Chapter LI. Dum Spiro, Spero.
Brisk and smiling, Mrs. Presty presented herself in the waiting-room. “We have got rid of our enemy!” she announced, “I looked out of the window and saw him leaving the hotel.” She paused, struck with the deep dejection expressed in her daughter’s attitude. “Catherine!” she exclaimed, “I tell you Herbert has gone, and you look as if you regretted it! Is there anything wrong? Did my message fail to bring him here?”
“No.”
“He was bent on mischief when I saw him last. Has he told Bennydeck of the Divorce?”
“No.”
“Thank Heaven for that! There is no one to be afraid of now. Where is the Captain?”