"There are a good many things that are difficult to make out. Where are you going to stay to-night, Simeon?" she asked, after a pause.
"I—don't know."
"I wish I could invite you to the house where you have the best right to be."
"I wish so, too."
"Bert doesn't know that you are alive. Perhaps I might introduce you as an old friend of his father."
"If you think it would do. He would not speak of your having a visitor?"
"Not if I told him not to do so."
"You have tempted me strongly, Mary. I should like to see our boy, to see with my own eyes how he is looking at fifteen. And it would be a comfort to rest once more beneath the same roof as the wife from whom I have been so long separated."
"I think we can risk it, Simeon. I must introduce you under another name."
"Call me Robinson. That is the name I have borne for some years past."