“Have you ever been away from home?” he now asked.
“Never, I know as little of the great world as a callow nestling. No, I should not say that, for the young bird has no Aunt Belinda to tell of the great cathedrals and the wonderful music she has heard and the glorious pictures she has seen in her visits to the city. It is almost as good as travelling one’s self to hear Aunt Belinda talk.”
It was now the turn of the mature plain woman to blush, which she did under Mr. Sylvester’s searching eye.
“You have then been in the habit of visiting New York?”
“I have been there twice,” she returned evasively.
“Since my marriage?”
“Yes sir;” with a firm closing of her lips.
“I did not know you were there or I should have insisted upon your remaining at my house.”
“Thank you,” said she with a quick triumphant glance at her