"You can," he answered. "You can ask Miss Cavendish to visit you for a few days." "Can you, by any possibility, mean Elaine Cavendish?" "That's exactly who I do mean--do you know her?" "After a fashion--we went to Dobbs Ferry together." "Bully!" exclaimed Macloud. "Why didn't you tell me?" "You never mentioned her before." "True!" he laughed. "This is fortunate, very fortunate! Will you ask her down?" "She will think it a trifle peculiar." "On the contrary, she'll think it more than kind--a positive favor. You see, she knows I'm with Croyden, but she doesn't know where; so she wrote to me at my Club and they forwarded it. Croyden left Northumberland without a word--and no one is aware of his residence but me. She asks that I tell her where _I_ am. Then she intends to come down and give Croyden a last chance. I want to help her--and your invitation will be right to the point--she'll jump at it." "You're a good friend!" she reflected. "Will you do it?" he asked. She thought a moment before she answered. "I'll do it!" she said at length. "Come, we'll work out the letter together." "Would I not be permitted to kiss you as Miss Cavendish's deputy?" he exclaimed. "Miss Cavendish can be her own deputy," she answered.--"Moreover, it would be premature." The second morning after, when Elaine Cavendish's maid brought her breakfast, Miss Carrington's letter was on the tray among tradesmen's circulars, invitations, and friendly correspondence. She did not recognize the handwriting, and the postmark was unfamiliar, wherefore, coupled with the fact that it was addressed in a particularly stylish hand, she opened it first. It was very brief, very succinct, very informing, and very satisfactory. "Ashburton, "Hampton, Md. "My dear Elaine:-- "Mr. Macloud tells me you are contemplating coming down to the Eastern Shore to look for a country-place. Let me advise Hampton--there are some delightful old residences in this vicinity which positively are crying for a purchaser. Geoffrey Croyden, whom you know, I believe, is resident here, and is thinking of making it his home permanently. If you can be persuaded to come, you are to stay with me--the hotels are simply impossible, and I shall be more than delighted to have you. We can talk over old times at Dobbs, and have a nice little visit together. Don't trouble to write--just wire the time of your arrival--and come before the good weather departs. Don't disappoint me. "With lots of love, "Davila Carrington." Elaine Cavendish read the letter slowly--and smiled.