"I suppose not this time; mamma needs me." But at the breakfast table, when he renewed the subject, that lady from her little side table said promptly: "Yes." Mary needed the exercise and diversion, and then there was a little mending to be done for the old general. He always saved it for her. It was his whim.
So they started in Edward's buggy, riding in silence until he said abruptly:
"I am persevering, Miss Montjoy, as you will some day find out, and I am counting upon your help."
"In what?" She was puzzled by his manner.
"In getting Moreau in Paris to look into the little mamma's eyes." She reflected a moment.
"But Dr. Campbell is coming."
"It is through him I going to accomplish my purpose; he must send her to Paris."
"But," she said, sadly, "we can't afford it. Norton could arrange it, but papa would not be willing to incur such a debt for him."
"His son—her son!" Edward showed his surprise very plainly.
"You do not understand. Norton has a family; neither papa nor mamma would borrow from him, although he would be glad to do anything in the world he could. And there is Annie——" she stopped. Edward saw the difficulty.