"In London, Sir, I had that pleasure," said Mr. Carleton.
"I think it was I had the pleasure," said Rolf, pounding one hand upon Mr. Carleton's knee.
"Where is your mother?"
"She wouldn't come down," said Rolf; "but I guess she will when she knows who is here"
And he was darting away to tell her, when Mr. Carleton, within whose arms he stood, quietly restrained him, and told him he was going away presently, but would come again and see his mother another time.
"Are you going back to England, Sir?"
"By and by."
"But you will come here again first?"
"Yes, if Mr. Rossitur will let me."
"Mr. Carleton knows he commands his own welcome," said that gentleman, somewhat stately. "Go and tell your aunt Fleda that tea is ready, Rolf."