CHAPTER XXV



                  A FLYING THRONE

  EARLY next morning Monsieur was taken to the little
island, and I felt that his interview would be long and
solemn-perhaps stormy. I hoped so. le came back
for luncheon and immediately left again, having given
us no intimation of his progress. I did not know what
Doloria might be suffering from these visits, but they
made me so abominably restive that during the after-
noon I took a Pifle and crossed to the mainland, half-
heartedly intending to look for deer. It was nearly
sundown when I returned.
  "We're packing, sir," said the sailor who tied my
punt.
  " Packing 7 Why"
  "Orders, sir. "
  Without loss of time I hunted up Tommy, finding him
and Bilkins busy at carpentry.
  "What's in the wind" I brusquely demanded, for-
getting that Tommy was rather particular about the
way people addressed him.
  "Rain," he imperturbably replied; or did he mean
reign, and was employing a vulgar pun to apprize me
of Doloria 's decision! So I delivered a ten-second
philippic on the poverty of some intellects, whereupon
he left off working and regarded me with amusement.
  "Fact is, Lord Chesterfield, I don't know what's in
the wind," he said, "but we're leaving for Little Cove
to-morrow at dawn. Bilkins and I are making a port-
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