Gilbert meets Mr. Vivian.
Half an hour had passed, when all at once he heard his name called.
“Good-evening, Mr. Greyson,” said a sweet voice.
Turning quickly, he recognized Laura Vivian.
“Good-evening, Miss Vivian,” he said, pleased at the meeting.
“Papa,” said Laura, “this is Mr. Greyson, who was so polite to me in the cars.”
Then for the first time Gilbert noticed that Laura was accompanied by a pleasant-looking gentleman of middle age.
“I am glad to meet you, Mr. Greyson,” said Mr. Vivian, cordially. “My daughter has told me that you extricated her from a dilemma.”
“It isn’t worth mentioning, sir,” said Gilbert. “I am ashamed to be thanked for such a little thing.”
“It was a trifle, no doubt, but a mark of kind attention no less. My daughter and I are out for a walk. If you have no engagement, will you join us?”