Mrs.Evringham was busily chewing the cud of sweet fancies only,that afternoon.Following the equestrians in their leafy woodland path,she pictured them as talking of their future,and herself built many castles in the air."Ah,"she thought sentimentally,leaning back in her reclining chair,"how charming is youth--with plenty of money!"She was roused from these luxurious meditations by the appearance of Sarah,bearing a card on a salver.
"A man!"she exclaimed with annoyance."I'm not dressed."Lifting the card,she read it with a start.
"Mr.Nathan Wycliffe Bonnell."
"Tell him I'll be down soon,"was all she said;but her thoughts ran swiftly as she hurriedly slipped into her gown."How in the world comes the boy out here?Just as well that Eloise is away.It would only be painful to her,all the old associations."But old associations cropped up more and more enticingly for Mrs.Evringham as she made her swift toilet,and by the time she reached the drawing-room her eagerness lent her cordiality a very genuine tone.
"Nat,dear boy,how are you?"
The young man who rose eagerly to meet her would have been noticeable in any crowd.She gazed up into his smooth-shaven,frank face,with its alert eyes and strong chin,and felt a yearning affection for all which he represented to her."What are you doing out here?""Visiting you and Eloise,"he answered,with the hearty relish which always characterized his manner when circumstances were agreeable.
"Where is she?"
"Riding.I don't know when they will come home,either.It's such a charming day,isn't it?So good of you to hunt us up,Nat.We've been out of the world so long.I can't tell you what a rush of memories comes over me at sight of you,you nice,big boy.I do believe you've been growing."She gave a glance of approval at the young man's stalwart proportions.
"Oh,don't humiliate me,"he laughed,as she drew him to a divan,where they seated themselves.