“He may come in, and you can go.”
Paul entered the room—a large and handsome one—and found himself in presence of a lady not much over thirty years of age, with a pleasant face and manner.
“You are Number 91?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I suppose you are surprised that I should have sent specially for you,” the lady said, with a smile.
“I wondered how you came to hear of me,” said Paul.
“That is easily explained. I am a cousin of Mr. Cunningham.”
Paul’s face brightened. It was pleasant to serve any one connected with a family from which he had received so much kindness.
“That explains it,” he said; “all the family have treated me very kindly.”