“Mr. Anderson? Yes.”
“We are invited to dine there to-day.”
“At what time do you wish to start?”
“I shall not take you. You would find it very tedious, and embarrassing also if my uncle should have one of his insane attacks.”
“Very well; I am satisfied to do as you wish.”
“I should prefer to stay away myself but I have no good excuse. You had better make an excursion somewhere as my uncle may insist on sending to the hotel for you.”
“Very well, I will go to Staten Island. I have never been there.”
In due time Mrs. Harcourt found herself at her uncle’s residence, and was ushered into his presence.
The old man received her cordially, but appeared to be looking for some one else.
“Where is the boy?” he asked. “Where is Edwin?”