“Neighbors of mine! Why, papa, dear, you cannot mean—the Bennetts?”
“Why not, my dear?”
“Why not, indeed? They are rich enough to travel, and I remember now that my governess used to hanker after foreign travel. So she is here? You have seen her? Dear soul, I must call at once.”
“She will be here herself by-and-by, so you have only to wait and rest till she comes.”
“I shall be very impatient,” declared Leola, and then she laughed:
“I suppose Giles Bennett has forgiven me the trick I played him by now?”
“Oh, yes, he said so with very hearty emphasis, and I believed him. Indeed, the man appeared proud of his wife, who seems to dote on him. They have been touring the continent for several months, and I met them in an art gallery this morning. I confess I should hardly have known them again, they were both so improved since that night, but Mrs. Bennett recognized my face, and ran joyfully to me to ask about you. So we talked for an hour, and I invited them to call at our hotel this afternoon.”
“I can hardly wait for them to come, I am so anxious,” declared the girl, joyfully. “Are you sure that you have told me everything, papa?”
“Did I mention that Wizard Hermann was dead?”
“No, papa.”