She had considered the matter while they were talking, and come to the conclusion that the address ought to be given, while at the same time she wished to know more of the person to whom she gave it.
"I wish Mr.Wynter had been at home," she said after a minute's pause, during which she was turning over the papers in the desk, and Maurice was watching her eagerly.

"He would have been able to tell you something of your friends, for he only returned home a week or two ago from meeting them." "Are they in Paris ?" "Yes.

Are you returning to Canada ?" "No.

Perhaps, Mrs.Wynter, you would like to have my address?
My coming to you as I have done, without credentials of any sort, must certainly seem strange." "Thank you; you will understand that I feel in some little difficulty." "I understand perfectly." He wrote his name and address in full and gave it to her.

"Mrs.Costello was a dear friend of my mother's," he said; "she has always treated me almost as a son, and I cannot help hoping that what I have to say to her may be welcome news." "Do you expect to see her, then, or only to write ?" "I am on my way to Paris.