"Yes," said Keith. "I shall. I wish you would come."
"Oh, I wish I could! Poor little thing!" she sighed.
Two days after that Keith walked into the hotel at Brookford. The clerk recognized him as he appeared, and greeted him cordially. Something in Keith's look or manner, perhaps, recalled his former association with the family at The Lawns, for, as Keith signed his name, he said:
"Sad thing, that, up on the hill."
"What?" said Keith, absently.
"The old lady's death and the breaking up of the old place," he said.
"Oh!--yes, it is," said Keith; and then, thinking that he could learn if Miss Huntington were there without appearing to do so, except casually, he said:
"Who is there now?"
"There is not any one there at all, I believe."
Keith ordered a room, and a half-hour later went out.