He made the last statement in a tone of distinct regret.
“Then you know practically nothing about my aunt?”pursued the self-possessed young lady.
“Only her name and address,”admitted the caller. He was wondering whether Mrs. Sappleton was in the married or widowed state. An un definable something about the room seemed to suggest masculine habitation.
“Her great tragedy happened just three years ago,”said the child;“that would be since your sister’s time.”