“Oh, yes! indeed I should, but——”
“But you will go! My father is to go home with us for a visit—and afterwards he also is to go back to America. And now don’t you see that he who brought you out here should also take you home?”
“Oh, yes! Well, if the ‘sinner’ is going back so soon as you say, it would be worth my while to stay and go along with him. So I reckon I will.”
At the end of the month of festivity, Tudor, Lilith and Aunt Sophie bade good-bye to their hospitable host and hostess, and left Paris for ——.
On their arrival at that city Mr. Hereward took them at once to the handsomely furnished house he had engaged, near the Royal Palace.
It was afternoon when they arrived.
And here a glad surprise awaited Lilith. As she entered the hall, led in by her husband, a great black beast flew to meet her and rolled joyously at her feet!
It was Lion, her faithful Newfoundland dog, who had followed her to the railway station, and from whom she had parted on that dreadful night of her banishment from her home, as she had supposed, forever.
Her joy at meeting her favorite was scarcely less than his own. She welcomed, caressed and talked to him.
“Loyal old Lion! We will never part again! Never again, dear old Lion! until death takes one or the other,” said Lilith, as at last she disengaged herself from him and went upstairs to her room, conducted by Hereward.