I should be sorry to miss that, for having only been just elected a member of the Squadron, I should like to put in an appearance at the first set dinner." "Of course, Frank.

I certainly should not like you to miss it." The next evening Frank went ashore to dine at the club.

An hour and a half later a yacht's boat came off.
"I have a note for Miss Greendale," the man in the stern said, as she came alongside; "I am to give it to her myself." Bertha was summoned, and, much surprised, came on deck.
The man handed up the note to her.

She took it into the companion, where a light was burning; her name and that of the yacht were in straggling handwriting that she scarcely recognised as Frank's.
She tore it open.
"My Darling: I have had a nasty accident, having been knocked down just as I landed.

I am at present at Dr.Maddison's.