Catherine went to the window. "He is coming to meet you," she
said. "There is his yacht in the bay."

"And in a dead calm," Randal added, joining her. "The vessel will
not get here, before I am obliged to go away again."

Catherine looked at him timidly. "Do I drive you away?" she
asked, in tones that faltered a little.

Randal wondered what she could possibly be thinking of and
acknowledged it in so many words.

"She is thinking of the Divorce," Mrs. Presty explained. "You
have heard of it, of course; and perhaps you take your brother's
part?"

"I do nothing of the sort, ma'am. My brother has been in the
wrong from first to last." He turned to Catherine. "I will stay
with you as long as I can, with the greatest pleasure," he said
earnestly and kindly. "The truth is, I am on my way to visit some
friends; and if Captain Bennydeck had got here in time to see me,
I must have gone away to the junction to catch the next train
westward, just as I am going now. I had only two words to say to
the Captain about a person in whom he is interested--and I can
say them in this way." He wrote in pencil on one of his visiting
cards, and laid it on the table. "I shall be back in London, in a
week," he resumed, "and you will tell me at what address I can
find you. In the meanwhile, I miss Kitty. Where is she?"