Another city,
other families."
"But--." Bulchester stopped.
"But what?"
"Why, the possible Mistress Archdale,--Elizabeth. Of course I am happy
to go, if you enjoy the situation."
A dangerous look rayed out from Edmonson's eyes.
"I can stand it, if Archdale can," he answered. "How fate works to bring
us together," he mused.
"I don't understand," cried the other. "What has fate to do with this
invitation?" Edmonson, who had spoken, forgetting that he was not alone,
looked at his companion with sudden suspicion. But Bulchester went on in
the same tone. "If it is to carry out your purpose though, little you
will care for having been a suitor of Mistress Archdale."
"On the contrary, it will add piquancy to the visit." Then he added,
"Don't you see, Bulchester, that I dare not throw away an opportunity?
Ship 'Number One' has foundered. 'Number Two' must come to land. That is
the amount of it."
"Yes," returned Bulchester with so much assurance that the other's
scrutiny relaxed.
"I suppose it is settled," said his lordship after a pause.
"Certainly," answered Edmonson; and he smiled.
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