“Nowhere—only out of doors.”
All three held their peace.
Presently the servant returned from her errand, and told Hetzel that the carriage would be on hand at the proper time.
“Bridget,” said Mrs. Hart, “you’d better brew some coffee, and serve it up here.”
When Bridget had gone, “You have sent for a carriage? At what hour are we to start?” Mrs. Hart inquired.
“At half-past nine.”
“Then, if you will excuse me, I’ll go up-stairs and get ready.”
“Certainly,” said Hetzel. “And while you’re about it, you’d better put a few things together to take to her, don’t you think?”
“Why, she won’t need them. She’ll be with us again to-day, will she not?”
“You know, Mr. Flint can’t see Mr. Orson till this evening. So, it seems to me——-”