“We can arrange that.”
“Then it is settled, and all I hope for is a good day to-morrow.”
Mrs. Mason sprang up and kissed the fair Bostonian, and Mason felt a sensation of joyous freedom that recalled his youthful days when a half-holiday was announced.
“Oh, it is too good of you,” said the elder lady.
“Not a bit of it,” whispered Miss Sommerton; “I hate the man before I have seen him.”
Chapter III
When John Trenton came in to breakfast, he found his friend Mason waiting for him. That genial gentleman was evidently ill at ease, but he said in an offhand way—