“After a fashion—we went to Dobbs Ferry together.”
“Bully!” exclaimed Macloud. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You never mentioned her before.”
“True!” he laughed. “This is fortunate, very fortunate! Will you ask her down?”
“She will think it a trifle peculiar.”
“On the contrary, she’ll think it more than kind—a positive favor. You see, she knows I’m with Croyden, but she doesn’t know where; so she wrote to me at my Club and they forwarded it. Croyden left Northumberland without a word—and no one is aware of his residence but me. She asks that I tell her where I am. Then she intends to come down and give Croyden a last chance. I want to help her—and your invitation will be right to the point—she’ll jump at it.”
“You’re a good friend!” she reflected.
“Will you do it?” he asked.
She thought a moment before she answered.
“I’ll do it!” she said at length. “Come, we’ll work out the letter together.”