“That’s so, the mine! I forgot to ask about that. Then it has paid?”
“Yes, it has paid beyond our expectations, and has made us all wealthy, so far as worldly goods are concerned. But what are we doing here? I wish to have you visit me at my home.”
“I should be delighted. Is it far?”
“No; on Q street. Come. Rosita, who is visiting me, will be delighted to see you.”
On the way Carl asked if Harvey had ever heard of their esteemed friend, Don Isaac Lawton.
“Why, yes; he is in Jamaica, and is in good circumstances.”
They soon entered one of those large, elegantly furnished residences for which Washington is famous, and after closing the door Harvey called out:—
“Rosita, here is an old friend from Callao!”
A tall, handsome woman soon appeared, and grasped the visitor’s hand cordially. She was followed into the room by one who was not so tall, but even more beautiful and graceful.
“This is my wife, Carl. But, how stupid! Why, you know her!”