XI
A few days afterwards, late in the evening, Gordon Wright came to his room at the hotel.
"I have just received a letter from my sister," he said. "I am afraid I shall have to go away."
"Ah, I am sorry for that," said Bernard, who was so well pleased with the actual that he desired no mutation.
"I mean only for a short time," Gordon explained. "My poor sister writes from England, telling me that my brother-in-law is suddenly obliged to go home. She has decided not to remain behind, and they are to sail a fortnight hence. She wants very much to see me before she goes, and as I don't know when I shall see her again I feel as if I ought to join her immediately and spend the interval with her. That will take about a fortnight."
"I appreciate the sanctity of family ties, and I project myself into your situation," said Bernard. "On the other hand, I don't envy you a breathless journey from Baden to Folkestone."
"It's the coming back that will be breathless," exclaimed Gordon, smiling.
"You will certainly come back, then?"
"Most certainly. Mrs. Vivian is to be here another month."
"I understand. Well, we shall miss you very much."
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