I am quite certain that I left instructions for letters to be
forwarded, but, as nothing came, I telegraphed yesterday to the people
who have taken our house, and now a whole heap of belated
correspondence has arrived, with a note from our tenant saying he did
not know our address. You will see at the bottom of the note that the
Prince asks my father to communicate with him by sending a reply to
the 'Consternation' at New York, but now the 'Consternation' has
sailed for England, and poor John must have waited and waited in
vain."
"Write care of the 'Consternation' in England."
"But Jack told me that the 'Consternation' paid off as soon as she
arrived, and probably he will have gone to Russia."
"If you address him at the Admiralty in London, the letter will be
forwarded whereever he happens to be."
"How do you know?"
"I have heard that such is the case."
"But you're not sure, and I want to be certain."
"Are you really in love with him, Kate?"
"Of course I am. You know that very well, and I don't want any stupid
misapprehension to arise at the beginning, such as allows a silly
author to carry on his story to the four-hundredth page of such trash
as this," and she gently touched with her toe the unoffending volume
which lay on the ground beneath the hammock.
"Then why not adopt your father's suggestion, and cable? It isn't you
who are cabling, you know."
"I couldn't consent to that.
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