"Nothing much," said Sedgwick; "only, Jack, I have changed my mind.
I will stay and help you through the wedding; only hurry it along as
swiftly as you conveniently can."

"There is something on your mind, Jim," said Jack. "What is it, old
friend?"

"Nothing, Jack; nothing but a mean suspicion, for which I can give myself
no tangible excuse for entertaining," asked Sedgwick.

"Suspicion, Jim! Which way do the indications lead?" asked Jack.

"I will tell you, old friend. In Nevada we would say that these old men
are too infernally gushing in their welcome to you. I fear there is
something wrong behind it all; though, as I said, it is a mere suspicion
which I cannot explain to myself; only, Jack, I will stay to the wedding,
and be sure to give no hint to any soul in England that I have more than
money enough to make a brief visit, and then to return to America. And do
not permit what I have said to worry you, for I have no backing for my
impressions."

Then Jack went to his room to sleep and to dream of Rose Jenvie, and Jim
went to bed, not to sleep, but to think of Grace Meredith.




CHAPTER VIII.