So he said to Harvey: "Morris Hart tells me that old Mole got his leg broken playing base-ball. I suppose it is not very serious or we should have heard from him. Won't you go and see him, Dick?"
"Certainly," replied Harvey.
Scarcely had he gone, when Alfred Van Hoosen came in. Jack eagerly grasped his hand.
"Will she see me?" he asked.
"Yes. I have sufficient influence over her to induce her to do that," was the reply. "I have induced her to consent to breakfast with us at the Brunswick."
They quitted the house together and Jack went on to the Brunswick, while Alfred Van Hoosen engaged a carriage to go to the house and bring his sister.
It was in a private room that Jack awaited their coming. Slowly passed the minutes.
At length there was a rustle of silk, that indescribable frou-frou which the skirts of a woman always make, and Lena Van Hoosen, looking pale and with traces of tears on her cheeks entered.
"Lena!" exclaimed Jack.
She extended her hand which Jack grasped warmly.