"Excuse me, Major Gray, but I do know something about it, and if you will permit me to express my opinion, I should say you could not do better than acquiesce to Miss Gray's wishes." Blondine claps her hands.
"Now then, uncle Dick, what do you think of that?" she cries, delightedly.
"Two against one is not fair," uncle Dick says, in a tone intended to be argumentative.
"Say it shall be as I wish," Blondine demands, holding the Major's face between her hands.
"We will see; perhaps after I smoke my cigar, I will think it over," and Blondine knows that the victory is almost won.
"I had a long letter this morning from Dolores," Blondine says, as she and Sir Barry go out on the south balcony. "They are so glad their father has come home, and all that affair cleared up to every one's satisfaction."
Major Gray is off, down in the garden, wending his footsteps in and out among the late autumn flowers.
"Were you ever through the convent of St. Marguerite, Miss Gray?" Sir Barry asks, suddenly.
"No. I never have been, but Dolores, in her letter to me, spoke of one of the sisters there, who was treated disgracefully by the man Fanchon, who caused Mr. Litchfield so much trouble." Blondine is very much interested.
"You saw her, Sir Barry; is she very pretty?"