"I say I think, upon the whole, the arrangement is a good one."
"Oh, yes; certainly!" admitted the young man.
"Where are you stopping, Craven?" softly inquired Mrs. Grey.
"Oh, at the same hotel from which you dated your letter! I thought you were there, and so I went directly there from the cars. When I inquired for you—I hope you will pardon my indiscretion in inquiring for you," he said, breaking off from his discourse.
"Oh, yes, I will pardon it! But it was a very great indiscretion, you thoughtless boy, for a handsome youth like you to be inquiring for a young widow like me at a public hotel. Now go on with what you were talking about."
"Well, when I inquired for you they told me you had left this very morning, and they gave me your present address."
"That was the way in which you found me?"
"That was the way I found you. But, before starting to come here, I engaged my room at that hotel; for, after it had been blessed by your dear presence, it had quite a home-like feeling to me," said the lover, fervently.
"How long do you stay in the city, Craven, dear?" sweetly inquired the siren.
His face clouded over.