THE PENNYCOMEQUICKS (VOLUME 3 OF 3)

CONTENTS OF VOL. III.

CHAPTER

34. A DESOLATE HOUSE

35. OFF

36. DEPOSED

37. ON THE LAKE

38. IN HÔTEL IMPÉRIAL

39. TWO WOMEN

40. TWO MEN

41. ONE POCKET-HANDKERCHIEF

42. THE GAUNTLET DANGLED

43. THE GAUNTLET CAST

44. AND PICKED UP

45. OBER-ALP

46. ARTEMISIA

47. EDELWEISS

48. TRAPPED

49. TÊTE-À-TÊTE

50. IN THE HOSPICE

51. AGAIN HYMEN

52. THE DEVIL'S KNELL

THE PENNYCOMEQUICKS.

CHAPTER XXXIV.

A DESOLATE HOUSE.

Philip was restless all that day, after Salome had departed. He had remained at home in the morning to see her off, and he did not return to his work at the factory till after lunch.

At the office, he found it impossible to fix his thoughts on the books and letters before him. He was not an imaginative man, but day-dreams forced themselves before him now; between his eyes and his ledger he saw the pale, tearful face of Salome through her veil. He found his thoughts travelling along the line with her. He saw her in a corner of the railway carriage, with her hands on her lap, looking out of the window, not to see anything, but to hide her wet cheeks from her fellow-passengers. He caught himself wondering whether she had taken sandwiches with her and a little bottle of sherry. When he travelled—and he was called from home occasionally——there was always a neat little package in white paper and a tiny flat flask, pressed on him. Had any of the servants thought of these things for Salome? That she had thought of them for herself was unlikely. When she reached town, what would she do? Would the porters be attentive? Would they take her wraps and little odds and ends and see her into a cab? And would the flyman be civil, or would he seek to take advantage of a lone lady, especially one who looked ill and unhappy? Would not such an one become a prey to his rapacity, and be subject to rudeness?

What sort of weather would Salome have for crossing the Channel? She was going by Dover and Ostend, Brussels and the Grand Luxembourg, to Strasburg; thence by Basle to Lucerne, and so on by boat and diligence to Andermatt.

How would she manage about change of money? Where effect an exchange? She had never travelled abroad before; how would she contrive about her luggage? What sort of French scholar was she? Who would be her companions on the long night journey from Brussels to Strasburg? What if she had to endure association with vulgar, insolent, objectionable travelling comrades?

Philip became hot, then cold.

'I beg your pardon, sir,' said the clerk, coming to his desk. 'Are you aware that you have subscribed that letter twice over, Yours truly, P. Pennycomequick?'

'So I have; I will write it again.'

'And, sir—I beg pardon—you have directed this letter to Messrs. Brook & Co.,