"I think I know the handwriting of that letter. Miss Leslie's,—I will call her so still—it is hers, is it not?"
"Yes."
"She writes, I trust, what you hoped to hear."
"All that I hoped, and much more."
"I am glad of it from my heart. Fortune has been hard enough upon you. She was bound to pay you her score."
"She has done so with usury."
"Are you going to Boston this afternoon?"
"Yes."
"Then you have just two hours to spare. If you have any leisure for such sublunary matters, we had better get dinner at once. Romeo himself, at his worst case, asks his friend when they shall dine."
Three hours later, the eastward-bound steamer was ploughing the Sound, and Morton and Meredith paced her deck.