“Nothing at all.”
“I wondered that he never wrote to us.”
“I remember very well seeing him put a letter in the office, addressed to you.”
“Indeed, I never received it; he must have thought it strange that I never answered it.”
“However, he went to California.”
She gave a start.
“And never inquired after us?”
“Yes; he sought your home out with great difficulty, and, Miss Marian Underwood, he sits talking with you this minute.”
There was a start, and a slight scream, but no fainting. Sensible ladies don’t faint at such times. The light of the lamp was made instantly brighter, and Marian, all trembling and excitement, was seated beside George, looking earnestly in his face.
“Can it be possible?” she asked, half smiling and half weeping, “I am really glad to see you.”