She's an angel of a girl, and I'm in hopes that--Well, I don't believe she hates me." "Good, Tom.

And her name ?" "Her name," said Tom slowly, "is Edith Gray." I gave a sigh of relief.

I could not help it--why I could not tell; and yet I trembled lest he should mention another name.
We reached Temple Hall in due time, where I was kindly welcomed by Mrs.
Temple and her two daughters.

The former was just the kind of lady I had pictured her, while the daughters gave promise of following in the footsteps of their kind-hearted mother.
Tom took me to my room, and then, looking at his watch, said, "Make haste, old fellow.

Dinner has been postponed on account of you late arrivals, but it will be ready in half-an-hour." I was not long over my toilet, and soon after hearing the first dinner bell I wended my way to the drawing-room, wondering who and what kind of people I should meet, but was not prepared for the surprises that awaited me..