"Why do you suppose your aunt chose just that time to send you here?"
"I have no idea! She was going to Chicago, she said—"
"You know she did not go?"
"Did not go? She was in New York all this summer?"
"So I understood from herself In New York or near it."
"Then what did she mean by sending me here, Mr. Digby? She did not know you were coming."
"You think that knowledge would have affected her measures?"
"I know it would!"
"It is an unfruitful subject to inquire into. I am afraid your vacations can hardly have been pleasant times, spent in your aunt's family?"
"I was not always with her. Quite as often I staid with Mrs. Mowbray—my dear Mrs. Mowbray! and with her I went to Catskill, and to Niagara, and to Nahant, and to the Adirondacks. I had great times. It was the next best thing to—to the old days, when I was with you."