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True to her promise Lady Georgina arrived at nine o'clock the following day to take Nance for a ride. They had an hour and a half of vigorous exercise, and Mrs. Rowton returned home with spirits raised in spite of herself. A letter from her husband awaited her-it was dated from a big London hotel and was written late the evening before. She seized it, opened it eagerly, and with eyes full of passionate love and anxiety, devoured the contents. The letter was short, and although every word breathed affection, there was little or no information to be obtained from the hurried scrawl.
"I am leaving England, Nance, for a short time," wrote her husband. "I cannot give you any information with regard to where I am going. In short, my darling must make up her mind to do without hearing from me for a few weeks. I know this is hard on you, Nance, as it also is on me. The fates are bitterly hard on us both, but we married, did we not, accepting the position, and we must now endeavour to make the best of things. Unexpectedly some day I shall be again at your side. Meanwhile, believe that I am well, very well; believe that I will take all possible care of myself, for your sweet sake; believe also, that all my heart is yours-my best thoughts are yours. Good-bye, my angel.