“No gentlemen visitors?”
“Now, there you are again! You men are so awfully jealous! No, sir, she had no gentlemen visitors, unless you call her old guardian, who came on business, and the old doctor who attended the sick woman, visitors, and both of them were over sixty years old.”
“Did you ever hear Miss Fronde speak of a young gentleman friend of hers, of the name of Harcourt?”
“No, sir, never; nor of no one else—not even of yourself, sir. Miss Fronde, good and kind as she was, was very reserved—very much so, indeed, sir.”
“Well, Mrs. Brown,” said Hanson, rising, “I am very much indebted to you for all this information. Now I will ask you but one more question, and then bid you good-morning. Do you think that Miss Fronde intends to keep that child with her at Goblin Hall?”
“Yes, indeed; I don’t only think it, I know it. She said so. I hope you will make no objections, sir. It would break her heart to part with that child now, though, of course, after she marries, and has children of her own, she will not be so much wrapped up in it.”
“Probably not. Well, good-morning. I am off to Goblin Hall by this evening’s express train. Have you any message for Miss Fronde?”
“Please give her my best love and respects, and ask her, if she should visit Washington city on her bridal tour, to be sure to come to stay at this house.”
“I will. Good-morning.”
Hanson left the room and went down with the elevator to the ground floor, where he entered the restaurant, took a seat at a table, and ordered a lunch.