“Yes, sar.”
“Be kind enough to hand him this card?”
“Yes, sar.”
Presently the servant reappeared, saying:
“Mr. Newman will see you, sar, in the library. I will induct you thither.”
“Thank you,” answered Hector, secretly amused at the airs put on by his sable conductor.
Seated at a table, in a handsomely furnished library, sat a stout gentleman of kindly aspect. He rose quickly from his armchair and advanced to meet our hero.
“I am glad to see you, my young friend,” he said. “Sit there,” pointing to a smaller armchair opposite. “So you are the boy who rescued my dear little girl?”
His voice softened as he uttered these last few words, and it was easy to see how strong was the paternal love that swelled his heart.
“I was fortunate in having the opportunity, Mr. Newman.”