“Who is that?” asked Mr. Fleetwood.
“If my eyes do not deceive me,” was the reply of Florence, “it is the mother of Adele Weir.”
“No! she would hardly dare venture here.”
“A mother will dare much for her child,” said Florence.
They moved forward quickly, and were soon at the door.
“Who came in just now?” inquired Miss Harper, in a low voice.
The waiter shook his head as he answered, “Don’t know, miss.”
“What name did she give?”
“She asked for Mrs. Dainty, but would not send up her name.”
“Let us go into the parlor,” said Mr. Fleetwood, in a whisper to Florence. Florence looked assent, and the two passed in. A woman closely veiled sat on one of the sofas.