The servant reappeared after a brief absence, and with rather more politeness than he had before shown, invited Paul to follow him to a private sitting-room upstairs, where he would see Mrs. Danforth.
Looking at Paul's plain, though neat clothes, the servant was a little puzzled to understand what had obtained for Paul the honor of being on visiting terms with Mrs. Danforth.
“Good evening, Paul,” said Mrs. Danforth, rising from her seat and welcoming our hero with extended hand. “So you did not forget your appointment.”
“There was no fear of that,” said Paul, with his usual frankness. “I have been looking forward to coming all day.”
“Have you, indeed?” said the lady with a pleasant smile.
“Then I must endeavor to make your visit agreeable to you. Do you recognize this desk?”
Upon a table close by, was the desk which had been purchased the day previous, at Appleton's.
“Yes,” said Paul, “it is the one you bought yesterday. I think it is very handsome.”
“I am glad you think so. I think I told you that I intended it for a present. I have had the new owner's name engraved upon it.”
Paul read the name upon the plate provided for the purpose. His face flushed with surprise and pleasure. That name was his own.