"I thought so. Have you seen your old friend, Mr. Carleton,
yet?"

"Do you know him, uncle Orrin?"

"Why shouldn't I? What's the difficulty of knowing people?
Have you seen him?"

"But how did you know that he was an old friend of mine?"

"Question!" said the doctor. "Hum — well, I won't tell you; so
there's the answer. Now, will you answer me?"

"I have not seen him, Sir."

"Haven't met him, in all the times you have been to Mrs.
Evelyn's?"

"No, Sir. I have been there but once in the evening, uncle
Orrin. He is just about sailing for England."

"Well, you're going there to-night, aren't you? Run, and
bundle yourself up, and I'll take you there before I begin my
work."

There was a small party that evening at Mrs. Evelyn's. Fleda
was very early. She ran up to the first floor — rooms lighted
and open, but nobody there.

"Fleda Ringgan," called out the voice of Constance from over