"Where did you see him?"
"In the library."
"Mr. Randolph"—said the lady—"did Mr. Dinwiddie call to see you?"
"He did me that honour," said Mr. Randolph; "but I think primarily his visit was to Daisy."
"Who is Mr. Dinwiddie?" said Mrs. Gary, seeing a contraction in her sister's brow. "It's a Virginian name."
"He is a fanatic," said Mrs. Randolph. "I don't know what else he is."
"Let us see the fanatic's spoon," said Gary McFarlane. "Egyptian, is it,
Daisy? Curious, upon my word!"
"Beautiful!" said Capt. Drummond, taking the spoon in his turn across the table. "Beautiful! This is a nice piece of carving—and very old it undoubtedly is. This is the lotus, Daisy—this stem part of the spoon; and do you see, in the bowl here is the carving of a lake, with fish in it?"
"Is it?" said Daisy; "and what is a lotus, Capt. Drummond?"
"If you will put me in mind to-morrow, privately, I will tell you about it," said he.