That letter and that ticket were destined never to be sent!
The next morning, while Madame Von Bruyin, Lilith Hereward, and Monsieur Le Grange were seated at breakfast together, a card was brought in on a silver waiter and offered to Lilith.
She picked it up and read:
Señor Zuniga.
And underneath, in brackets, the lightly-penciled name of Alfred Ancillon.
Lilith could scarcely suppress a cry as she started to her feet.
“What is the matter?” inquired the baroness.
“My relative from New York has arrived!” joyfully exclaimed Lilith.
“Indeed! I congratulate you. Go to him at once, my dear,” said the baroness, cordially. Then turning to the page, she inquired:
“Where have you shown the gentleman, Henri?”