Our
wives won't object to an occasional bout of loafing together, will they?"
I was determined not to take him too seriously. He said nothing, and in a
moment he was gone.
I passed the morning idly enough, yet thinking, too, very much about my
friend. I was anxiously hoping that the telegram from Winnipeg would
come. About noon it came. It was not known quite in what part of the
North-west, Madras (under his new name) was, for the corps of mounted
police had been changed about recently. My letter had, however, been
forwarded into the wilds.
I saw no immediate way but to go to Mrs. Falchion and make a bold bid for
his peace. I had promised Madras never to let her know that he was alive,
but I would break the promise if Madras himself did not come. After
considerable hesitation I started. It must be remembered that the events
of the preceding chapter were only known to me afterwards.
Justine Caron was passing through the hall of the hotel when I arrived.
After greetings, she said that Mrs. Falchion might see me, but that they
were very busy; they were leaving in the evening for the coast.
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