"Shall I really go?" she asked, hardly satisfied. "Where is Donald?"
"He is readying himself for supper, I think, Miss," said Kassy, the housemaid, who happened to pass at that moment. "I saw him going into his room."
"But you look tired, Uncle, dear. Suppose I don't go, this time."
"Tired? not a bit. Never better, Dot. There, get your hat, my girl, and don't keep Josie waiting any longer."
"Well, good-by, then. Tell Don, please, I've gone to Josie's—Oh, and Josie and I would like to have him come over after tea. He needn't though, if he feels very tired, for Josie says Michael can bring me home."
"Very well, my dear. If Donald is not there by half-past nine o'clock, do not expect him. Wait; I'll escort you to the carriage."
CHAPTER XXVI.
UNCLE GEORGE TELLS DONALD.
"Come into the study, Donald," said Uncle George, after their lonely supper,—lonely even to Lydia, who presided at the tea-tray wondering how Mr. G. could have been so thoughtless as to let that child go out. "We can have no better opportunity than this for our talk. But, first tell me—Who was the 'fellow' you mentioned? Where was he? Did Dorry see him?"