Tea was soon served to the reunited and really happy pair, and as this refreshment was prepared under the immediate supervision of Aunt Sophie (who declared that though the mounseers and go-soons were great on coffee, they could not begin to make a decent cup of tea), it was really as good as they could have obtained in their own home.
The evening of that exciting day was spent very quietly.
The wearied household retired early and slept until late in the morning.
Tudor Hereward, Aunt Sophie and Monsieur Le Grange sat down to breakfast at ten o’clock.
They were still at the table when Señor Zuniga’s card was brought and laid before Mr. Hereward.
Lilith and Tudor arose at once and passed out to the little salon where the visitor was waiting for them.
Zuniga stood in the middle of the room. He wore an elegant morning suit of dark olive; his long, curling black hair was carefully dressed; his gypsy face full of droll humor. He looked more like a rollicking boy than ever.
He advanced towards Lilith, took her in his arms and kissed her fondly.
Then releasing her he held out his hand to Hereward, shouting, joyously:
“How are you, my dear son?