“I thought I knew Bel-Air Park,” said Bonnell looking about him. “I never suspected this.”
“Jewel is the Columbus of this spot. She has named it the Ravine of Happiness.”
Nat looked at his speaker. “That's rather ambiguous. Does she mean where happiness is buried or where it is found?”
Eloise smiled. “Jewel never buries any happiness. Well, how is everybody, Nat? Your mother, first of all.”
“Didn't Mrs. Evringham tell you?”
The girl's face clouded with apprehension at his surprised tone. “No. You will think it very strange, but poor mamma was under such excitement, you must pardon her. Everything went out of her head. Don't tell me that dear Mrs. Bonnell”—she lowered her voice—“that you have lost her!”
He shook his head. “No, I've gained her. She's well.”
“Well!” repeated the girl amazed. “Why, what do you mean? How glorious! How long since?”
“About three months.”
“I am so glad! Tell me more good news. Tell me about your own frivoling, and then I shall hear about the other people.”