“Come with me!” she cried; and led him to her brother’s rooms.
“I have brought you a physician with news to make you well!” she cried, radiantly, to the pale, languid invalid.
And then Lord Miller told them of his rencontre with Floy the night of his return to New York, and his discovery that she was his own child.
We must pass over their delight and amazement when the romantic story was all told, and he ended by saying:
“I left Floy at the hotel, very busy looking over a few thousand dollars’ worth of finery she purchased yesterday, but if you both will return with me, I think she will be glad to see you.”
“Are you well enough dear?” inquired Alva, looking at her brother doubtfully.
He leaned upon her, his face flushed, his eyes alight with joy.
“I am a new man. I do not feel as if I ever had been ill,” he repeated, joyfully.
So leaving an explanation for their parents, should they return in their absence, Alva and her brother accompanied Lord Miller to the Fifth Avenue Hotel in search of Floy.
“And to think how near she was to me while I was breaking my heart over her loss!” thought the happy lover.