"Your mother!" exclaimed Emily. "Why—what can she—how does it——"
As she spoke Richard tore open the letter and glanced at its contents.
"She has heard some garbled account of my adventure," he said to Emily, "and she was worried, and has come over here to see me. That's all."
"Did she come alone?"
"Er—no; not exactly."
"Who is with her?" with dawning suspicion.
"Miss Remington."
"Oh!" with great surprise.
"Well, I must go to her at once, I suppose," said Revere, doubtfully.
"Of course," coldly and disdainfully.