"We only came the other day," Salome said; "indeed, mother and the children are not here yet. We expect them at five o'clock, and that is why I am so anxious to get back. We have lodgings at Elm Fields."
"You must direct us when we get nearer the place. Have you been spending the day at your uncle's?"
"Reginald and I met Kate and Digby on the down, and we went back to dinner. I have not seen Aunt Anna yet. Uncle Loftus came to see me."
Then fearing she might have left a wrong impression she added—
"Uncle Loftus is very kind to us."
"He is kind to everybody," said Eva Monroe earnestly. "He is the best doctor in the world—except for sending me to Cannes for the winter."
"He has done that for the best, Eva;" and Lady Monroe sighed. "It only shows how conscientious he is."
Salome was becoming nervous about the right turn to Elm Cottage; and her wrong glove began to worry her as she looked at Eva Monroe's slender fingers in their neatly-shaped four-button black kid gloves.
"It is up there, I think," Salome said. "Yes; I know it is." Then, as the crimson rushed into her face, she said, "Elm Cottage is at the end of this road, next to a baker's shop."
"It is a pleasant, airy situation," Lady Monroe said. "You must tell your mother I shall call upon her very soon; and perhaps she will let me take her for a drive."