“Why, is it really you, Mrs. Grover?” said she.
“Yes, it is me,” she answered, gloomily. “It is years since we met, but I knew you in a moment.”
“Indeed! In that you had the advantage of me, for at first, I confess, I was at a loss to understand who you were.”
“That is likely enough. Time has altered both of us, but me more especially.”
“I don’t see that it has. But do you want anything of me?”
“Yes, I do, or I should not have troubled to make myself known to you. I desire to have a little conversation with you.”
Laura Stanbridge hesitated.
“Humph! Something to say, eh?”
“Yes.”
“Perhaps I may learn something from her,” she muttered to herself, “better keep in with her.”