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Of course,
Jack did see them all; he could not help that, but he acted as if he had
all his life been accustomed to just such surroundings, and was so
familiar and affable that both Bessie and her father were more charmed
with him than on the previous day.
"By the way," he said at last, when the coat was mended and approved, "I
met Neil at the station; he had been here, I suppose?"
"Yes," Bessie replied, a painful flush suffusing her cheeks as she
recalled what her father had said of Neil.
"I am half afraid he has forestalled me, then," Jack continued. "I came
to ask you and your father to drive with me in the park this afternoon;
that is, if Neil is not ahead of me."
"Oh, Mr. Trevellian," Bessie cried, turning her bright face to him,
while the glad tears sprang to her eyes, and she forgot that until
yesterday she did not know there was such a person as this elegant man
making himself so much at home with them; forgot everything except the
pleasure it would be to drive with her father in Hyde Park, and "be one
of them," as she expressed it to herself.


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