“And there’s my Uncle Ted, you know, Madam. He’s president of the C. and R.”
Mrs. Hawley-Crowles nodded and looked wise. “Possibly we can arrange it,” she said. “But now about our other investments. What is Joplin Zinc doing?”
“Progressing splendidly, Madam. We shall declare a dividend this month.”
The lady wondered, for Joplin Zinc was not yet in operation, according to the latest report.
Meantime, while Mrs. Hawley-Crowles was still laying her plans to herd the young girl into the mortgaged dukedom of Altern, Father Waite kept his appointment, and called at the Beaubien mansion on the afternoon Carmen had set. He was 169 warmly received by the girl herself, who had been watching for his coming.
“Now,” she began like a bubbling fountain, when they were seated in the music room, “where’s Jude? I want to find her.”
“Jude? Why, I haven’t the slightest idea to whom you refer,” returned the puzzled man.
“The woman who took me to the Sister Superior,” explained Carmen.
“Ah! We never saw her again.”