'
'He will not let you.'
'I think I can make him.'
'But such a cur as he has always been to you!'
'I don't think he will object now. I know he can't do the thing
himself; and if little Bisset could, depend upon it his mother would
not let him stir a finger for fear of being implicated. Now I do know
the ways of those accounts. I've done them with my father and with
Mr. Audley. Any way, I must be at home for the meeting. Imagine
Redstone reporting it! But you can stay out the week, and come home
in the yacht.'
For Captain Audley had promised to take the brothers round to
Dearport, but Lance could not bear to be left behind; and it ended in
their walking up to the Tudor cottage to make their excuses, when the
good-natured captain declared that he could put to sea that very
night and land them at Dearport in good time.
So after a hurried grateful farewell to the Staples family, the
holiday closed with a voyage that both were able to enjoy to the
utmost before they sailed into the harbour at Dearport, and walked up
to St. Faith's. Captain Audley, who had not seen Sister Constance
since her husband's death, had an access of shyness and would not
encounter the 'Lady Abbess,' as he called her; but his last words to
Felix were a promise that if Bernard went to Stoneborough, he would
have him out now and then for a holiday with his own boy.
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