“Call on that woman?”
“Yes; and try to smooth matters over as well as you can. Take Alonzo with you, and instruct him to be polite to Philip.”
“I don't believe Lonny will be willing to demean himself so far.”
“He'll have to,” answered Mr. Pitkin firmly.
“We've all made a mistake, and the sooner we remedy it the better.”
Mrs. Pitkin thought it over. The advice was unpalatable, but it was evidently sound. Uncle Oliver was rich, and they must not let his money slip through their fingers. So, after duly instructing Alonzo in his part, Mrs. Pitkin, a day or two later, ordered her carriage and drove in state to the house of her once poor relative.
“Is Mrs. Forbush at home?” she asked of the servant.
“I believe so, madam,” answered a dignified man-servant.
“Take this card to her.”
Mrs. Pitkin and Alonzo were ushered into a drawing-room more elegant than their own. She sat on a sofa with Alonzo.