"Don't you ever intend to mention it to him?"
"I see no need of doing so. I'm sorry Jack has done this, but a person so well off as I am is not in a position to judge and condemn a man who is constitutionally short of cash. My hope is that he secured Isador's money before he left Southampton. If he didn't, I fear his chances of enrichment are slim." Stranleigh yawned again, and murmured:
"’Tis the voice of the sluggard,
I heard him complain,
You have waked me too soon,
I must slumber again."
Ta-ta, Professor. Burn all these despatches. I'll see you at ten o'clock breakfast if you can wait till that hour," and Stranleigh went back to bed.
There were no more despatches up to five o'clock that afternoon, yet the yacht was still in touch with London, but the operator there said Mackeller had not returned, and he was held at his post, not knowing what moment he might be called upon either to send or receive a message. Up to dinner-time no news came. The second dinner was quite the peer of the first, and on this occasion Jack Hazel was much more his old self, telling many good stories at which Lord Stranleigh laughed heartily, proclaiming that no one could tell an anecdote so well as Jack Hazel.
