Dent and his wife were quietly
laying plans to meet the needs of the changed routine which had
fallen upon their home. He looked up, as Ethel came slowly into the
room.
"By the way, Ethel, I forgot to ask you before; but did you find
your pin?"
She looked at him wonderingly. Her face was pale and drawn; but her
eyes were shining like the gems she had professed to miss.
"What pin do you mean?" she asked blankly.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
"Don't wait any longer, Carew. Really, it's not worth while."
"Too late for us to part company now," Carew answered serenely.
"I know. You've stood by me like a good fellow; but it will be some
time yet before I can sail. And you know you are in a hurry to get
away."
"Don't be too sure of that," Carew advised him. "All my good things
aren't at one end of the world."
Weldon's lips curled into the ghost of his old smile.
"Then take one of them along with you," he suggested.
Elbows on knees and chin on fists joined knuckle to knuckle, Carew
turned and smiled blandly down at the face on the pillow.
"Weldon, for a man who has been off his head for a month, you do
have singularly wise ideas.
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