"Her husband?"
"I suppose so. Though she did not mention him when writing."
"Poor Darley!" with a sneer: "she never does mention him. Any one else?"
"Not to-morrow."
"I wonder if Luttrell will be much altered," says Philip; "browned, I suppose, by India, although his stay there was of the shortest."
"He is not at all bronzed," breaks in Molly, quietly.
"You know him?" Marcia asks, in a rather surprised tone, turning toward her.
"Oh, yes, very well," coloring a little. "That is, he was staying with us for a short time at Brooklyn."
"Staying with you?" her grandfather repeats, curiously. It is evidently a matter of wonder with them, her friendship with Tedcastle.
"Yes, he and John, my brother, are old friends. They were at school together, although John is much older, and he says——"