A coach was drawn up by the side of the path, and a young man who was driving it, was looking down at them.

Mrs.Bollington-Watts stopped and waved her hand at him almost frantically.
"Why, it's Freddy Lawes!" she exclaimed..

"Why, Freddy, what on earth are you doing here?
If this isn't a surprise! They told me you never moved from Paris, and I thought I'd have to come right over there to see you.

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