You would if you knew how penitent I am.
Yours remorsefully, HARRIE HUNSDEN.
Hunsden Hall, Nov.

15th, 18--.
He read the piteous, childish little letter over and over again until his face glowed.

Hope planted her shining foot once more on the baronet's heart.
"I will go at once," he said, hiding the little note very near his heart.

"Common courtesy requires me to say farewell before I start for Constantinople.

And the captain likes me, and his influence is all-powerful with her, and who knows--" He did not finish the mental sentence.