"She is very handsome," mused the girl, as if to herself: "left just before my arrival, I think?" she added, at a venture.
Again her eyes searched his face, and again he gave a surprised assent.
"Do you like her, Henry?" questioned she, intent on her purpose.
"She is just like him," he said, jerking his head grimly, while his voice took again a resentful tone. "She thinks a man who is black has no feelings."
He placed pen, ink and paper on the table as he answered, and then looked to her inquiringly.
"You may wait here while I write, if you will," she said, and took up the pen.
She had brought away from the G—— House, the two cards of her would-be friends, and she now consulted them before she asked.
"No. 52 —— street; is that far, Henry?"
"It's a five minutes' walk," he answered. "I can go and come in twenty minutes, allowing time for an answer."
"Very good," she said, abruptly, and wrote rapidly: