Captain Barnes paced the floor, deeply disturbed. His disappointment was a great one.
“I shall try to trace her,” he said at length. “I will apply to the police for help.”
“That’s the best thing to do, uncle,” said Mary, with a sneer. “Very likely you’ll find her at Blackwell’s Island.”
“For shame, niece,” said her uncle, sternly. “You might have a little more charity for a poor girl who has not had your advantages.”
Mary was abashed, and regretted that she had spoken so unguardedly, for she hoped to produce a favorable impression upon her uncle, in the hope of becoming his heiress.
The silence was broken by the stopping of a carriage before the door. Mary flew to the window.
“O mother,” she said, “there’s a beautiful carriage at the door, with a coachman in livery, and there’s a lady and a young girl, elegantly dressed, getting out.”
Quite a sensation was produced by the intelligence.
A moment later, and the servant brought in the cards of Mrs. Lindsay and Miss Lindsay.
“I don’t remember the name,” said Mrs. Merton, “but you may show the ladies in, Hannah.”