“Yes.”
“And Moonbeam, may she come?”
“I don’t know. What will her people do without her?”
“Oh! they won’t mind just for a little while.”
“Then you’d better run across after breakfast and ask.”
I noticed that in the breakfast-room there were all the daily papers of all lands, as there had been in Hell. Also that there were numerous letters, and one for me.
It was unexpected, but most pleasant. When one has not received a letter for a long time it is appreciated, even when the handwriting is unrecognisable. On opening and reading it I found a simple invitation enclosed to the city of which Virginius had spoken.
“We always accept invitations,” remarked our mother. “That letter means you will be welcome to any house throughout the length and breadth of it. We are going amongst friends, so that though there may be none of the excitement of seeing one’s enemies, the pleasure fully compensates for it.”
“May I ask you a serious question?” I said, as the meal continued.
“Certainly.”