He took his old wife’s hand, and the strange-looking pair walked down the avenue. Presently they found themselves standing outside the pretty old-fashioned porch of lovely Silverbel. They did not know as they walked that they were in full view of the windows of the Chamber of Peace, and that eager blue eyes were watching them, eager eyes which filled with love and longing when they gazed at them.
“Miss Winstead!” cried little Sibyl.
“What is it, dear?” asked the governess.
Sibyl had been silent for nearly a quarter of an hour, and Miss Winstead, tired with the bazaar and many other things, had been falling into a doze. The sudden excitement in Sibyl’s voice now arrested her attention.
“Oh, Miss Winstead, they have come.”
“Who have come, dear?”
“The Holmans, the darlings! I saw them walking down the avenue. Oh, I should so like to see them. Will you go down and bring them up? Please do.”
“But the doctor said you were to be quiet, and not excite yourself.”
“What does it matter whether I incite myself or not? Please, please let me see the Holmans.”