"I also wish you to see it, that you may understand my directions in regard to the care of it. Follow me, if you please. We will first go down into the basement."
Mrs. Hoffman rose. Paul kept his seat, not sure whether he was included in the invitation or not.
"Your son can come, too, if he likes," said Mrs. Talbot, observing his hesitation.
Paul rose with alacrity and followed them. He had a natural curiosity to see the rooms they were to occupy.
They descended first into the basement, which was spacious and light. It consisted of three rooms, the one in front quite large and pleasant. It was plainly but comfortably furnished. The kitchen was in the rear, and there was a middle room between.
"These will be your apartments," said Mrs. Talbot. "Of course I have no objection to your moving in any of your own furniture, if your desire it."
"We have only ourselves to move in," said Paul. "We were burned out early this week."
"Indeed! You were unfortunate."
"I thought so at the time," said Mrs. Hoffman, "but if it had not been for that Paul would not have called upon Mr. Preston and we should not have heard of you."
"Were you able to save nothing?" asked Mrs. Talbot.