But she knew very well that, fond as they were of one another, Sabine would probably never tell her about it.

So presently she got into bed and, sighing at the incongruity and inconsiderateness of circumstance, she turned out the light.
Sabine that same night read of further entertainments at Ostende in the _New York Herald_--and shut her full, firm lips with an ominous force.
And so she and Henry had parted at the Carlsbad station next day with the understanding between them that, when Sabine could tell him that she was free, he would be at liberty to press his suit and she would give a favorable answer.
She thought of these past things now for a moment while she re-read Lord Fordyce's letter.

It told her, there in her Heronac garden, in a hurried P.S.that a friend had joined him that moment at Havre, and clamored to be taken on the trip, too, claiming an old promise.

He was quite a nice young man--but if she did not want any extra person, she was to wire to -- --, where they would arrive about eleven o'clock, and there this interloper should be ruthlessly marooned! The post had evidently been going, and the P.S.must have been written in frightful haste after the advent of the friend--for his name was not even given.
Sabine had not wired.

She felt a certain sense of relief.