Gilbert kept on his way to Mr. Vivian’s house arriving about eight o’clock.
“Is Mr. Vivian at home?” he inquired of the servant who answered his summons.
“He went out for half an hour; will you come in and wait for him?”
“Is Miss Laura in?”
“I believe she is.”
“Then you may hand her my card, if you please.”
Gilbert was ushered into the parlor. He did not have to wait long. Laura entered and cordially offered her hand.
“I am very glad to see you, Gilbert—Mr. Greyson, I mean.”
“Never mind about Mr. Greyson,” said Gilbert, smiling. “Call me Gilbert, if you don’t mind.”
“Then I will,” said Laura, frankly. “Do you know, I already begin to look upon you as an old friend.”