“Yes, when I am more at leisure.”
“Will you send me word when I may come?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you,” he said, and the next moment she was gone.
“She is a grand woman,” Scott said, as he watched her until she was hid from his view. “She is lovely, noble, and how few there are like her. But I must not even admire her. I wonder if they are all alike—vain of their beauty.”
Scott returned to his office, trying, and quite unable to banish the image of Blanche Elsworth from his mind. He began opening the mail which lay on his desk.
“Ah, here is a letter from Paul, God bless him. I hope he will be here soon,” and a smile passed over his face as he read: “I will see you ere long. The facts that we are both enabled to furnish in regard to that affair will no doubt be sufficient evidence.”
“Yes,” Scott said, “I think it will be quite enough. But one element is doubtful, and I think we shall master that, too. What a brave boy Paul is; I shall make him an offer when he returns—that is, to take a share of my business—yes, and my wealth, to study law—in fact, to do anything to become one of the family. There is one heart that is true as steel, and he is and has been more than a brother to me.”
Mr. Le Moyne entered.