“And my father too,” said Shirley.
“Yes,” said Wolfe, “you are indeed a brave girl, and I am proud to know you.”
The train was now whistling for Paris.
“You will, of course, ride out with us,” said Shirley.
“I shall be pleased,” returned the young man, with a bow.
Mr. Willing met them as they stepped from the train.
Then he saw the young man. He looked at him long and earnestly, and then before either of the girls could speak, he said:
“Surely this is Leonard Wolfe?”
“I am,” said the young man, smiling and extending his hand.
“I thought I could not be mistaken,” said Mr. Willing. “You are your father all over again.”