So! Let us finish our wine and separate.

That letter shall surely come.

Have no fear." Selingman strolled away, a few minutes later.

Baring had returned to Mrs.
Paston Benedek, and Norgate had resumed his place in the box.

Selingman, with a gold-topped cane under his arm, a fresh cigar between his lips, and a broad smile of good-fellowship upon his face, strolled down one of the wings of the Promenade.