I see that you are about to have tea." "We shall meet, perhaps, in London ?" Hunterleys remarked, as Draconmeyer prepared to depart.
Draconmeyer shook his head.
"I think not," he replied.

"The doctors have advised me that the climate of England is bad for my wife's health, and I feel that my own work there is finished.

I have received an offer to go out to South America for a time.

Very likely I shall accept." He passed on with a final bow.

Violet looked across their table and her eyes shone.
"It seems like a fairy tale, Henry," she whispered.