Ruthven was too deadly afraid of Selwyn to begin suit at that stage of
the proceedings. All he could do was to start, through his attorneys, a
search for his wife, and meanwhile try to formulate some sort of
definite plan in regard to Gladys Orchil; for if that featherbrained
youngster went abroad in the spring he meant to follow her and not only
have the Atlantic between him and Selwyn when he began final suit for
freedom, but also be in a position to ride off any of the needy
household cavalry who might come caracolling and cavorting too close to
the young girl he had selected to rehabilitate the name, fortune, and
house of Ruthven.
This, in brief, was Ruthven's general scheme of campaign; and the entire
affair had taken some sort of shape, and was slowly beginning to move,
when Neergard's illness came as an absolute check, just as the first
papers were about to be served on him.
There was nothing to do but wait until Neergard got well, because his
attorneys simply scoffed at any suggestion of settlement _ex curia_, and
Ruthven didn't want a suit involving his wife's name while he and
Selwyn were in the same hemisphere.
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