"I believe not. That actor got a position with some traveling company, and I think she went with the company, too."
"It is too bad! I do not wish her to throw her whole life away in this fashion. I wish she were here. Won't you write to her?"
"I would if I had the address."
"But you can find out where the theatrical company is, can't you?"
"The company went to pieces after visiting Boston."
"Then she must be in want," groaned Mark Horton. "If you cannot write to her, you can at least advertise for her in the Boston papers."
"I'll do that, if you wish it."
"I do, Homer. Tell her to return—that all will be forgiven. I am fairly dying to see the child again."
At this latter remark Homer Bulson drew down the corners of his mouth. But the dim light in the room hid his features from his uncle's gaze.
At this moment the servant came to the door.