“Another of your daughters, father,” answered a sweet-toned voice; “I didn’t know you had a companion—though I might have guessed it—and I wanted a bit of chat about your absent son. Isn’t it time for letters?”
“Hardly, Eva, my dear, though possibly we may hear to-morrow or next day,” replied the captain, putting an arm about her and drawing her close to his side.
“I wish Max could get a furlough and join us here,” said Lucilla. “I feel almost mean, Eva, to be enjoying the society of my husband while yours is so far away.”
“Oh, Lu, dear, don’t feel so,” returned Evelyn; “your happiness certainly does not make mine any less; no, it makes it more; because, loving you, I rejoice in your happiness.”
They chatted but a few moments longer, then bidding the captain good-night, hastened away to their own rooms.
CHAPTER III
Dr. Travilla, coming out the next morning upon that part of the gallery where their party had spent the previous evening, found Mr. Lilburn and the captain pacing to and fro, chatting and laughing as if enjoying their promenade.
“You see we are ahead of you, Harold,” said the captain, when morning greetings had been exchanged.