Howbeit, Miss Alice, returning home that afternoon, found her mother with a violent headache.
“We will leave here by the next steamer,” said Mrs. Rightbody languidly. “Mr. Ryder has promised to accompany us.”
“But, mother—”
“The climate, Alice, is over-rated. My nerves are already suffering from it. The associations are unfit for you, and Mr. Marvin is naturally impatient.”
Miss Alice colored slightly.
“But your quest, mother?”
“I've abandoned it.”
“But I have not,” said Alice quietly. “Do you remember my guide at the Yo Semite,—Stanislaus Joe? Well, Stanislaus Joe is—who do you think?”
Mrs. Rightbody was languidly indifferent.
“Well, Stanislaus Joe is the son of Joshua Silsbie.”