"
"Right. But suppose he's off to-morrow morning--or even to-night."
"Then we needn't bother about the boat business. For we shall know if he
goes. Either you or I must now look up Roslin. Perhaps it had better be
I, because I can run into Djenan el Djouad first, and send my man
Saunders to watch De Mora's other gate, and make assurance doubly sure."
"You're a brick, Wings," said Stephen.
XLI
Lady MacGregor had sat up in order to hear the news, and was delighted
with Nevill's plan, especially the part which concerned Stephen, and his
proposed adventure on the _Charles Quex_. Even to hear about it, made
her feel young again, she said. Nothing ever happened to her or to
Nevill when they were alone, and they ought to be thankful to Stephen
for stirring them up. Not one of the three had more than two hours'
sleep that night, but according to her nephew, Lady MacGregor looked
sweet sixteen when she appeared at an unusually early hour next morning.
"No breakfast in bed for me to-day, or for days to come," said she.
"I'll have my hands full every instant getting through what I've got to
do, I can tell you. Hamish and Angus are worried about my health, but I
say to them they needn't grudge me a new interest in life. It's very
good for me."
"Why, what have you got to do?" ventured Nevill, who was ready to go
with Stephen and buy a berth on board the _Charles Quex_ the moment the
office opened.
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