“I have; nice good people too. As usual, I suppose they were charging them with all sorts of foibles and misdemeanors.”
“I heard one of them assert that Mr. and Mrs. Deane had parted, and that she had gone to live with her parents.”
“It cannot be! Howard Deane is too just and honorable for anything of that nature; but if they have, there are good reasons for it. I think I will write him this very morning, and urge him to come and bring his wife to this beautiful spot for a few days. Will you lend me your folio, Florence? Mine is up two flights of stairs, and I would really like to be waited on this morning.”
She flew to her room, and returned and placed it before him, and then went in search of Dawn.
Selecting a delicate sheet from its orderly arranged contents he commenced,—
“My Dear Friend Howard.
“Come and spend a few days in this loveliest of—”
At this point a strong hand was laid on his shoulder, and another placed over his eyes.
“I am here;” said a well-known voice, “so throw aside pen and paper. We will commence in a better way.”
“Why? when? where did you come from, and how came you to select this place?”