She was overwhelmed with the thought of what might have been the result of that surprise visit--yes, if she had not had the strength to run away to the side of Phyllis; yes, if Herbert had not had the weakness to join that party of poker-players aboard the yacht.
She began to wonder what her husband would have done if he had entered the house by the aid of his latch-key, and had found her sitting in that lovely costume by the side of Herbert Courtland?
Would he have thought her a guilty woman?
Would he have thought Herbert a false friend?
Would he have killed her, or would he have killed Herbert?
Herbert would, she thought, take a good deal of killing from a man of the caliber of her husband; but what could she have done?
Well, what she did, as the force of that thought crushed her back upon her chair, was to bring her hands together in a passionate clasp, and to cry in a passionate gasp: "Thank God--thank God--thank God!" She dined alone with her husband that night, and thought it well to appear in another evening toilet--one that was quite as lovely, though scarcely so striking, as that which her husband had so admired the previous night.

He clearly appreciated her efforts to maintain her loveliness in his eyes, and their little dinner was a very pleasant one.
He told her that he had learned that the yacht _Water Nymph_ would put in to Leith before crossing the North Sea, and that he had written to Herbert Courtland at that port to return without delay.
"You did wrong," said she; and she felt that she was speaking the truth.
"I don't think so," he replied.

"At any rate, you may rest perfectly certain that Herbert will receive my letter with gratitude." And Mr.Linton's judgment on this point was not in error.

Herbert Courtland received, on the evening of the third day after leaving Southampton, the letter which called him back to London, and he contrived to conceal whatever emotion he may have felt at the prospect of parting from his shipmates.

They accompanied him ashore, however--they had worn out six packs of cards already, and were about to buy another dozen or two, to see them safely through the imposing scenery of the Hardanger Fjord.
The next day he was in London, and it was on the evening of that same day that he came face to face with the Rev.George Holland outside Miss Ayrton's drawing room..