“Who is that young lady sitting opposite, with the dark eyes?” demanded Doctor Phillips of Mrs. Pullen.
“The same I spoke to you of, upstairs, as having been kind to baby—Miss Harriet Brandt!”
“I knew a Brandt once,” he answered. “Has she anything to do with the West Indies?”
“O! yes! she comes from Jamaica! She is an orphan, the daughter of Doctor Henry Brandt, and has been educated in the Ursuline Convent there! She is a young lady with an independent fortune, and considered to be quite a catch in Heyst!”
“And you and Miss Leyton are intimate with her?”
“She has attached herself very much to us since coming here. She has few friends, poor girl!”
“Will you introduce me?”
“Miss Brandt, my friend, Doctor Phillips, wishes for an introduction to you.”
The usual courtesies passed between them, and then the doctor said,
“I fancy I knew your father, Miss Brandt, when I was quartered in Jamaica with the Thirteenth Lances. Did he not live on the top of the Hill, on a plantation called Helvetia?”