"How brutal!" she murmured. "But, then, Victor can be brutal
sometimes, can't he?"
Lucille tore it into small pieces without a word. Lady Carey
waited for a remark from her in vain.
"I, too," she said at last, "have had some telegrams. I have been
hesitating whether to show them to you or not. Perhaps you had
better see them."
She produced them and spread them out. The first was dated about
the same time as the one Lucille had received.
"Have seen S. with message from Lucille. Fear quite useless, as
he believes worst."
The second was a little longer.
"Have just heard S. has left for Liverpool, and has engaged berth in
Campania, sailing to-morrow. Break news to Lucille if you think well.
Have wired him begging return, and promising full explanation."
"If these," Lucille said calmly, "belonged to me I should treat them
as I have my own."
"What do you mean?"
"I should tear them up."
Lady Carey shrugged her shoulders with the air of one who finds
further argument hopeless.
"I shall have no more to say to you, Lucille, on this subject," she
said. "You are impossible. In a few days you will be forced to
come round to my point of view. I will wait till then. And in the
meantime, if you think I am going to tramp up and down those sloppy
decks and gaze at the sea you are very much mistaken.
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