CHAPTER XLIX.
CLOUDS.
But a month later he was far happier, for one morning towards the end of
August, his mail brought him a letter from Watts, announcing that they
had been four days installed in their Newport home, and that Peter would
now be welcome any time. "I have purposely not filled Grey-Court this
summer, so that you should have every chance. Between you and me and the
post, I think there have been moments when mademoiselle missed 'her
friend' far more than she confessed."
"Dat's stronory," thought Jenifer. "He dun eat mo' dis yar hot mo'nin'
dan he dun in two mumfs."
Then Jenifer was sent out with a telegram, which merely said: "May I
come to-day by Shore line limited? P.S."
"When you get back, Jenifer," said Peter, "you may pack my trunk and
your own. We may start for Newport at two." Evidently Peter did not
intend to run any risks of missing the train, in case the answer should
be favorable.
Peter passed into his office, and set to work to put the loose ends in
such shape that nothing should go wrong during his absence.
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