"Father's name is Richard Addiscombe," said Dorothy doubtfully.
"Well, the best thing you can do now is to come home with me and get some breakfast," he said. "It is no use going to the Park, for I have just been to the station, and Miss Addiscombe was there, with all her luggage, going off to the Continent."
Poor Dorothy's heart sank like lead.
"Oh, dear!" she said, "then it's been no use. Poor father!" and her eyes filled with tears.
The gentleman did not speak, and in a few minutes they drove in at the gates of a beautiful country house, and he lifted her down and took her in with him, calling out "Elizabeth!"
A tall girl, about eighteen, came running to him, and after whispering to her for a minute, he left Dorothy in her charge, and went into the room where his wife was sitting.
"I thought you had gone to town?" she said.
Mr. Lawrence's Mistake
"Providentially, no," he said, so gravely that she looked surprised. "Do you remember Addiscombe Graham, dear?"
"Has anything happened to him?" said Mrs. Lawrence. "I have just been reading about him in the paper; all his life-saving appliances have had gold medals at the exhibition. What is it, Edward? Of course, I know you are a friend of his."