"Though I'm rather late, you'll let me wish you happiness," he said.
"I believe it will be yours. Bertram's a good fellow; I have much to
thank him for."

There was a sincerity and a hint of affection in his tone, and Bertram
looked uncomfortable.

"But how did you come here?" Bertram asked, as if to turn the
conversation from himself. "Where have you been since----"

He stopped abruptly, and Blake laughed.

"Since you surreptitiously said good-by to me at Peshawur? Well, after
that I went to Penang, and from there to Queensland. Stayed a time at
a pearl-fishing station among the Kanakas, and then went to England for
a few months."

"But how did you manage?" Bertram inquired with some diffidence. "It
raises a point you wouldn't let me talk about at Peshawur, but I've
often felt guilty because I didn't insist. Traveling about as you have
done is expensive."

"Not to me," Blake explained with a twinkle. "I've turned adventurer,
and I have the Blake gift of getting along without money." He added in
an explanatory aside to Blanche: "For two or three generations we kept
open house and a full stable in Ireland, on a revenue derived from
rents which were rarely paid, and if I hadn't been too young when a
disaster gave the creditors their chance. I'd have given them a
sporting run."