"Three of us," said Charity, confronting the pair with a doubtful face.
"Is Miss Lois at home?"
"She's as near as possible not," said the door-keeper; "but I guess she is. You may come in, and I'll see."
She opened a door in the hall which led to a room on the north side of it, corresponding to Mrs. Barclay's on the south; and there she left them. It was large and pleasant and cool, if it was also very plain; and Mrs. Lenox sank into a rocking-chair, repeating to herself that it was 'very respectable.' On a table at one side lay a few books, which drew Mr. Lenox's curiosity.
"Ruskin's 'Modern Painters'!" he exclaimed, looking at his wife.
"Selections, I suppose."
"No, this is Vol. 5. And the next is Thiers' 'Consulate and Empire'!"
"Translation."
"No. Original. And 'the Old Red Sandstone.'"
"What's that?"