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Then immediately after you had left, Woodroffe, Chater and Mackintosh went ashore and were away a couple of hours in the middle of the night. Just before they returned the Baron rapped at the door of my cabin saying that he must go ashore, and telling me to dress and accompany him. He would never allow me the luxury of a maid, fearing, I suppose, that she might learn too much.
It seems very evident that the telegram was a warning to Leithcourt of the man Chater's intention of calling, and that the last-named was shown in just at the moment when the fugitive was on the point of leaving." "Chater." I echoed. "Do you know his Christian name?" "Hylton Chater. He is apparently a gentleman.
It's all right to think of them when you are happy and they can share the happiness with you; but, when you choose to be idiotically miserable, that's the time you are not to go whining anywhere near them understand? You only make them unhappy and make your troubles worse. Troubles! if you can't see the fun of Mrs. Chater, you must be a wretched sort of person.
They parted upon the promises that Mary would write that evening to tell him of the result of her interview with Mrs. Chater, and that, in the especial circumstances, he might come to see her in the Park for just two minutes on Monday morning. And each went home, thinking, not of that portending interview with Mrs. Chater, but upon the love they had declared.
Chater had heard in the City that morning that Lady Comeragh was taking proceedings and had named the nicely-legged young lady the cause of infidelity, became highly astonished and supremely diverted. Conversation of a most delectable nature was by this means supplied.
Oh, Miss Humfray!" The strain on his invention paused him. Mrs. Chater, moved by this astonishing revelation of her love, assumed an air in keeping an air of some pain but no surprise at such ingratitude. She warmed to this husband who, if no hero in the matter of ferocious cabmen, could at least champion her upon occasion. Mary cried: "But I did not jump out! Indeed I did not, Mr.
Chater pounced upon it; shook it. "What I said was that I suppose you've been doing nothing but question poor Bob about what he has done for the firm while he's been away," Mr. Chater nerved himself to declare his mind. "There wasn't very much to question him about," he said.
George, when he had read thus far, was broadly grinning. Obviously Mrs. Chater was not such a bad sort after all. If as no doubt she implicitly believed her son's version of the incident, then her attitude towards Mary was, on the whole, not so bad. But his Mary, when she had written thus far, laid down her pen, put her pretty head upon the paper and wept. "Oh, my dear!" she choked.
He shook his head, still disinclined, for some hidden reason, to reveal the truth to me. "You saw no woman on board?" he asked suddenly, looking straight into my eyes. "No. Hornby told me that he and Chater were alone." "And yet an hour after you left a man and a woman came ashore and disappeared! Ah! If we only had a description of that woman it would reveal much to us."
The instant, however, you went ashore, Chater, Woodroffe whom you called Hornby and Mackintosh, the captain who, by the way, was an old ticket-of-leave man went ashore, and, of course, broke into the Consulate. Then, as soon as they returned, Elma came to my cabin, awoke me, and said that the Baron was taking her ashore, and that they were to travel overland back to London.
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