So,
when Quincy came up Walnut Street and glanced across at his aunt's
house, a little before twelve, he found the windows dark and the
occupants, presumably, in their beds.
As part of her plan, Quincy had been advised by Aunt Ella to stay away
from the reception, to spend the night at his father's house, and to be
sure and take breakfast with them, so as to hear what was said about the
previous evening.
As soon as the morning meal was over, Quincy ran quickly upstairs,
seized his hand-bag, which he always kept packed, ready for an
emergency, and in a very short space of time, reached Mt. Vernon Street.
He found his wife and aunt in the den. The latter was reading a
manuscript to Alice.
As soon as the greetings were over, and a little time given to
discussing the reception, Quincy asked: "Who is this Mr. Fernborough
that Maude told me about this morning?"
"He is an English gentleman," explained Alice, "who has come to this
country to see if he can find any trace of an only daughter, who ran
away from home with an American more than thirty years ago, and who, he
thinks, came to this country with her husband.
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