"Are they in Paris?"
"Yes. Are you returning to Canada?"
"No. Perhaps, Mrs. Wynter, you would like to have my address? My coming to you as I have done, without credentials of any sort, must certainly seem strange."
"Thank you; you will understand that I feel in some little difficulty."
"I understand perfectly." He wrote his name and address in full and gave it to her. "Mrs. Costello was a dear friend of my mother's," he said; "she has always treated me almost as a son, and I cannot help hoping that what I have to say to her may be welcome news."
"Do you expect to see her, then, or only to write?"
"I am on my way to Paris. I hope to see them."
"Here is the address. You have had a long journey, the servant told me."
"From Hunsdon. And the journey out of Norfolk into Cheshire is a tiresome one. Thank you very much. Can I take any message to Mrs. Costello?"
"None, thank you, except our kindest remembrances. But you will let me offer you something—at least a glass of wine?"