“What, Miss Bellairs?” asked Laing in surprise.
“Oh, I mean—I mean you haven’t made a mistake?”
“Well, they’re together all day, and nobody’s with them except a lady’s-maid. I should think that’s good enough.”
With a sigh Dora sank back against the cushions. They were at the hotel now; the others had already entered, and, bidding Laing a hearty good-night, Dora ran in, followed closely by Charlie. He did not overtake her before she found her father.
“Well, Dolly,” said the General, “there’s no letter.”
“Oh,” cried Dolly, “I’ll stay as long as ever you like, papa.”
“That’s right,” said Deane. “And you, Charlie?”
Charlie took his cue.
“A month if you like.”
“Capital! Now for a wash—come along, Maud—and then supper!”