"Yes, it is I. I hope you are not sorry to see me?"
"Humph! It depends on whether you have improved or not."
Luke Walton listened with natural interest and curiosity. This did not suit Mrs. Tracy, who did not care to have a stranger made acquainted with her brother's peccadilloes.
"Warner," she said, "I think Aunt Eliza will do you the justice to listen to your explanation. I imagine, young man, Mrs. Merton will not require your services any longer to-day."
The last words were addressed to Luke.
"Yes, Luke; you can go," said the old lady, in a very different tone.
Luke bowed and left the house.
"Louisa," said Mrs. Merton, "in five minutes you may bring your brother up to my room."
"Thank you, aunt."
When they entered the apartment they found the old lady seated in a rocking-chair awaiting them.