"Well," said Quincy, "I resolved to do something desperate, so I asked:
'Doesn't she look countrified?' again asking your pardon, Mrs. Sawyer."
"No," said mother, "she has the repose of a Lady Clara Vere de Vere, and
is as correct in her speech as was the Lady Elfrida Hastings."
"It will come out all right," cried Aunt Ella; and Quincy, kissing his
aunt and wife, and promising to write or telegraph every day, caught up
his hand-bag and started forth in search of the Hon. Stuart Fernborough,
M.P.
When Quincy left his aunt's house he had not the slightest idea which
way would be the best to turn his footsteps. He commenced his search,
however, at the Revere House, then he tried the American House, but at
neither place was Mr. Fernborough a guest.
At the Quincy House the clerk was busy with a number of new arrivals. He
had just opened a new hotel register, and the old one lay upon the
counter. Quincy took it up, and turning over the leaves, glanced up and
down its pages. Suddenly he started back; then, holding the book closer
to his eyes he read it again.
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