“A carpet——”
“Beautiful.”
“I’ll wager he had nothing like it before he came here.”
“I think so, too.” And then again turning towards the young man, he said, “Do you not remember to have been visited at some time or another by a strange lady or gentleman?”
“Yes, indeed; thrice by a woman, who each time came to the door in a carriage, and entered covered with a veil, which she raised when we were together and alone.”
“Do you remember that woman?”
“Yes.”
“What did she say to you?”
The young man smiled mournfully, and then replied, “She inquired, as you have just done, if I were happy, and if I were getting weary?”
“What did she do on arriving, and on leaving you?”