My scruples about loyalty had been removed by the colonel's overbearing conduct, and I was ready for any step that promised me the fulfillment of my own designs.

It was pretty evident that there would be no living with McGregor in his present frame of mind, and I was convinced that my best course would be to cut the whole thing, or, if that proved impossible, to see what bargain I could make with the President.

Of course, all would go smoothly with him if I gave up the dollars and the lady; a like sacrifice would conciliate McGregor.

But then, I didn't mean to make it.
"One or other I will have," said I, as I knocked at the door of "Mon Repos," "and both if possible." The signorina was looking worried; indeed, I thought she had been crying.
"Did you meet my aunt on your way up ?" she asked, the moment I was announced.
"No," said I.
"I've sent her away," she continued.

"All this fuss frightens her, so I got the colonel's leave (for you know we mustn't move without permission now liberty has triumphed) for her to seek change of air." "Where's she going to ?" I said.
"Home," said the signorina.
I didn't know where "home" was, but I never ask what I am not meant to know.
"Are you left alone ?" "Yes.