After that strenuous expedition to South America, this will be child's play.

It's leaving you that I don't like." Grace did not reply for a moment.

Secretly she, too, was echoing Mrs.
Gray's fears.

With the day of their marriage so near, she could not bear even to dwell on the dire possibility of any occurrence which might wreck her Golden Summer.

Bravely thrusting aside such a contingency she said with grave sweetness: "I should be a pretty poor sort of comrade if I were to fly in the face of your duty.