"
By this time they were free from inquisitive eyes or ears, and Mr.
Fenshawe proceeded to amaze the girl with a full recital of his
disagreeable adventure. Royson noticed that she gave no heed whatever
to his share in it. Her attitude was tinged with a slight disdain, and
he began to feel miserably depressed until it occurred to him that she
probably resented his departure on Mrs. Haxton's errand without letting
her know. That was consoling, to an extent. He was sure she would
forgive him when he had an opportunity of telling her exactly what had
happened.
They were so engrossed in their conclave that a servant entered with
lamps before they realized that daylight had waned and night was
falling with the rapidity of the tropics. Mr. Fenshawe leaped up from
his chair with an alertness that belied his years.
"I must break my resolution and send at least one cablegram from
Massowah," he cried. "It will be harmless enough to escape mutilation,
as it is to my London office directing that all correspondence must be
addressed to Aden in future.
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