“I think I shall go to White Sulphur Springs,” said Mrs. Wylde. “Have you decided where you shall go, Mrs. Falconer?”
“No, I cannot come to a decision, so I shall leave it to my husband,” replied Pansy.
“Oh, then you must go to White Sulphur! It is charming there,” cried Juliette, who wanted to go wherever the Wyldes went.
“One place will please me quite as well as another,” Pansy replied indifferently; and when they took their leave it was quite understood that the Wyldes and the Falconers were to form a party for the springs as soon as possible.
“But,” said dark-eyed Rosalind to her mother, “Juliette is going to be disappointed, for, of course, she thinks Norman is going with us.”
“Norman must go. It is quite foolish, his being so stiff with us, and resenting things that were only done for his good,” Mrs. Wylde replied, in a displeased tone.
When Pansy and Juliette were riding home, the latter observed:
“Mrs. Falconer, did you notice what a strong resemblance that foundling child had to Norman Wylde?”
Pansy looked at her with a startled air, and answered:
“You know I’ve only seen Norman Wylde once, and can’t really recall his features exactly. Does the child really resemble him? And, if so, what does it mean?”