deliberation, as he asked some questions about the people below.

'Will you come down by-and-bye,' Frank said, after having made some
explanations with regard to his guests.

'No, you will have to excuse me,' Arthur replied. 'I am too tired to
encounter old acquaintances or make new. I do not believe I could stand
old Peterkin, who you say is a millionaire. I suppose you want his
influence; your coachman told me you were running for Congress,' and
Arthur laughed the old merry musical laugh which Frank remembered so
well: then, suddenly changing his tune, he said: 'When does the next
train from the East pass the station?'

Frank told him at seven the next morning, and he continued:

'Please send the carriage to meet it. Gretchen will probably be there.
She was in the train with me, and should have gotten out when I did, but
she must have been asleep and carried by.'

'Gr-gr-gretchen! Who is she?' Frank stammered, while the cold sweat
began to run down his back.

The 'us' in the telegram did mean something, and mischief, too, to his
interests, he felt intuitively.

Instantly into Arthur's eyes there stole a look of cunning, and a
peculiar smile played round his mouth as he replied:

'She is Gretchen. See that the carriage goes for her, will you?'