Lecount's mind (without overdoing it), that you are a
little disappointed in me, and that you are rather inclined to doubt my
heartiness in cultivating your acquaintance, you will greatly help our
present object. You may depend on our return to North Shingles in four
or five days at furthest. If anything strikes me in the meanwhile, the
post is always at our service, and I won't fail to write to you."
"Won't Miss Bygrave write to me?" inquired Noel Vanstone, piteously.
"Did she know you were coming here? Did she send me no message?"
"Unpardonable on my part to have forgotten it!" cried the captain. "She
sent you her love."
Noel Vanstone closed his eyes in silent ecstasy.
When he opened them again Captain Wragge had passed through the garden
gate and was on his way back to North Shingles. As soon as his own door
had closed on him, Mrs. Lecount descended from the post of observation
which the captain had rightly suspected her of occupying, and addressed
the inquiry to her master which the captain had rightly foreseen would
follow his departure. The reply she received produced but one impression
on her mind. She at once set it down as a falsehood, and returned to her
own window to keep watch over North Shingles more vigilantly than ever.
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