Somehow he was glad Mrs. Vansittart had not lingered by his side.
Mrs. Vansittart looked at him quickly as she took the newspaper from his hand.
And he stood, smiling gravely, in front of Mrs. Vansittart's horse.
It was Mrs. Vansittart's pleasant habit to surround herself with every comfort.
"Tell the man to drive to a chemist's," he said to Mrs. Vansittart.
"No, I do not mind," said Mrs. Vansittart, looking out of the window.
Mrs. Vansittart shrugged her shoulders and leant back in her deep chair.
She rose and shook hands, looking Mrs. Vansittart in the eyes.
Mr Vansittart left the fleet at the Scaw, and preceded it in a frigate with a flag of truce.
Roden had come with the purpose of seeing Mrs. Vansittart, and no one else.