He had not even the right to undermine his friend's influence by deed or look, since he had given him his word of honor that he would not do so.

What a blind fool he had been all those years ago to let passionate rage at Sabine's daring to leave him make him write her that letter.

He would not have done it if he had not felt such an intolerable brute--and glad to cut the whole thing by accepting Latimer Berkeley's suggestion to join him for the China expedition at once.

The Berkeley letter coming that next morning was a stroke of fate.
If he had had a day to think about things, he would have followed his impulse after the anger died down, and gone after her to Mr.Parsons' London address, but he had already wired to Latimer and his resentful blood was up.
He remembered how he had not allowed himself to think of her--but had concentrated his whole mind upon his sport.

For it had been tremendous sport and had interested him deeply, that journey to Tibet.