The lady turns her head and sees him.
"Why, Sir Barry, is it really you?"
"Miss Grey, I was sure I knew you, the back of your head had such a well known look."
Yes, it is stately, pleasant Blondine Grey, every whit as charming as when Sir Barry saw her last in Italy.
"And Miss Litchfield, how or where is she?"
Blondine's pretty face clouds.
"Poor Dolores, they have had such a trying time; of course you have heard about the trouble, Sir Barry."
Sir Barry looked grave, and said he thought he had heard something about it.
"I am going to see Dolores, as soon as Uncle Dick settles up some affairs; there is a very nice place, quite near where they live, that I want Uncle Dick to buy, and erect a summer residence, or winter either, if we should like the place very much."
Sir Barry sees Miss Grey's escort looking daggers at him, so raises his hat, and bids Blondine good-bye. He is gone; and Blondine had so many questions to ask him, oh dear; she wishes she could call him back again, but the corner hid Sir Barry's retreating form from Blondine's wistful eyes.