“He is in Chicago, but I had a letter from him yesterday in which he says he will be here next Monday.”
“Does he know I am in the city?” asked Mrs. Harcourt abruptly.
“I wrote him so. He is much pleased to hear that Edwin is alive and well, and is anxious to see him.”
Mrs. Harcourt’s face changed, but her uncle was short-sighted and he did not observe it.
“I shall be glad to see Basil,” she said in a constrained tone. “When did you say he would be here?”
“Next Monday.”
“That will come soon.”
“Yes; I shall feel very glad to have Basil back. He is a great deal of company for me. He is always kind, always considerate.”
“So he is, uncle.”
Those were Mrs. Harcourt’s words, but there was a sneer upon her face which her uncle did not see.