they were alone. "My head is so full of her that I can't attend to my work, and it came to me all of a sudden that this might be my last chance. You'll be getting north before long, you know, to Switzerland and so on, where I cannot follow you. So I made a clean breast of it to the Commodore; and the good old fellow, who has a soft spot in his heart for a love-story, behaved like a brick, and made it all straight for me to come away."
Mrs. Ashe did not join in these commendations of the Commodore; her attention was fixed on another part of her brother's discourse.
"Then you won't be able to come to me again? I shan't see you again after this!" she exclaimed. "Dear me! I never realized that before. What shall I do without you?"
"You will have Miss Carr. She is a host in herself," suggested Ned Worthington. His sister shook her head.
"Katy is a jewel," she remarked presently; "but somehow one wants a man to call upon. I shall feel lost without you, Ned."
