CHAPTER VIIO
F Luke’s prison sufferings no one knew; not even Daphne, although she lay awake many an hour in a cold horror of conjecture.
“Think of me,” he wrote, “as stranded at a not too comfortless North Pole, with a curiously efficient postal service at my command.”
Not only did he prohibit such visits as were permissible, but he ordained an attitude of mind. Fate had set him in remote regions inaccessible to his friends; but he would return thence in due time and take his place in the world again. Explorers’ wives and daughters must cultivate the brave patience to endure the period of separation. His wonderful Daphne’s power of endurance he took for granted. Hers was the stuff that not dreams but realities were made of.
The news of the disposition of the Wavering fortune he accept
