I must tell these fellows of the French Bank here that I go to London to see my own lawyers.

I'll go over, settle with Anstruther, and then just quietly disappear.

The next blow shall come out of the blackness of night, and I'll strike them all at once!" In the evening, Major Alan Hawke drove with Justine Delande to the restaurant garden, where, long months before, he had first learned the daring hardihood of his fair employer--the acute woman who had fooled him at every turn.

His heart was saddened with all the fresh hopes which had failed him.

He had frankly told Euphrosyne Delande that a return journey to India, and a long and bitter struggle now lay between him and the rank and competence which he would need to make her loving sister his wife.
Three hours later Justine Delande's arms clung desparingly around the handsome outcast, as he was leaving her to be escorted home by the adroit Francois, already in waiting without the restaurant with a closed carriage.