British -- Cuba -- Fiction; Cuba -- History -- Revolution, 1895-1898 -- Fiction
“My only excuse is that I may never see you again,” he said. “If Miss
Harding will not tell me I will find him myself. I leave for London to‐
morrow, and go straight to Havana. I will not come back to England
unless Bernard Appleby comes with me.”
He turned abruptly, as though he feared his resolution might fail him,
and it was not until Violet heard the door swing to behind him that she
realized she was alone. A minute or two later he was shown into a room
where Hester Earle sat with Nettie Harding, and smiled a little when he
saw the latter’s heightened color.
“I have come to ask you a favor, Miss Harding,” he said. “I want you to
tell me where to find Bernard Appleby.”
“Why?” said the girl chillingly.
Tony made a little deprecatory gesture. “I deserve your suspicions, but
I think you can trust me,” he said. “I want to repair the wrong I did
him, and bring him back to England.”
Nettie looked at him steadily, though her face was flushed. “I don’t
know that he will come,” she said. “He has a good deal to do there—and
he has good friends in America.”
Tony smiled curiously. “I was not asking you to do Appleby a kindness. I
was thinking of myself.”
Nettie appeared to understand him, for she took out a card and scribbled
across it.
“I am sorry—and I think I know what you mean,” she said as she handed it
him. “If my father is in Cuba now—and I think he is—he will tell you
just what to do.”
Tony thanked her gravely, and with a little formal goodbye, which
included Hester Earle, went out of the room. In another minute they
heard the outer door close behind him, and Nettie’s color grew a trifle
deeper as she glanced at her companion.
“I couldn’t help it, but I’m sorry I wasn’t quite sure of him now,” she
said. “There’s a great difference in that man since yesterday. He has
had a rough shaking up, but it has brought all that’s good in him up on
top.”
Hester nodded. “There is a good deal that’s very nice at least in Tony,”
she said. “It is Violet I am most sorry for. She believed in him. I
wouldn’t worry her just yet, Nettie.”
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