The lamps were lighted, and the windows and doors opened. The Darrell house looked as if there was an illumination for a national celebration.
“Let us go and see how the house looks from the front outside, all lighted up,” said Clarence.
They went out to look at it from the garden.
“How could you build such a nice house, Clary, and how could papa allow it?” Alice said.
“Hush! You must never speak about the cost of this house or its furniture. I have made lots of money in stocks, and can afford it, but father thinks stock gambling is next to robbery.”
Mercedes and Victoriano remained for a few moments standing by the gate, watching the phæton.
“By Jove! but isn't she sweet! She has just left me deaf and dumb!” said Victoriano, as the phæton disappeared down the hill.
“Perhaps you are deaf, since you don't hear the supper bell ringing again, but as for being dumb I am sure the greatest beauty on earth couldn't produce that effect.”
“But I tell you I am, and I will go to see her and tell her so to-morrow,” said he, following his sister to the supper room.
“You will do nothing of the kind. The idea!”