“Mamma has often told me the story, and that the Trednoke boy went to West Point, and distinguished himself in the Mexican war, and married a Mexican woman, and the Meschines boy became a professor in Yale College. And now I am going to see one of them, and you to see the other. Isn’t that a coincidence?”
“The first of a long series, I trust. Is this West-Pointer a permanent settler here?”
“Yes, for ever so long,—twenty years. He’s a widower, but he has a daughter—— Oh, I know you’ll fall in love with her!”
“Is she like you?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen her, or General Trednoke either.”
“Come to think of it, though, nobody is like you, Grace. Now, will you be so good as to apologize again?”
“Don’t you think you’re rather exacting, Harvey?”
However, the apology was finally repeated, and continued, more or less, during the rest of the voyage; and Grace quite forgot that she had never made Harvey tell what was really the cause of his coming to California. But she, on her side, had a secret. She never allowed him to suspect that the past eighteen months of her life had been passed as employee in a New York dry-goods store.