"Well," said Lois again, smiling, "we have no objections to gentlemen."
"It is a friend whom I have not seen in a very long while; a dear friend; a dear friend of my husband's in years gone by. He has just returned from Europe; and he writes to ask if he may call on his way to Boston and spend Sunday with me."
"He shall be very welcome, Mrs. Barclay; and we will try to make him comfortable."
"O, comfortable! there is no question of that. But will it not be at all inconvenient?"
"Not in the least."
"Then he may come?"
"Certainly. When does he wish to come?"
"This week—Saturday. His name is Dillwyn."
"Dillwyn!" Lois repeated. "Dillwyn? I saw a Mr. Dillwyn at Mrs.
Wishart's once or twice."
"It must be the same. I do not know of two. And he knows Mrs. Wishart.
So you remember him? What do you remember about him?"