The intimacy between Mrs. Wallingford and Constance, had grown into
a close interior friendship, and scarcely a week passed that an
evening was not spent by them together, sometimes at our house, and
sometimes at Ivy Cottage. Mr. Wallingford had developed into a man
after my own heart; and so I shared, when professional engagements
allowed, in the enjoyment of these pleasant seasons.
One evening Mr. and Mrs. Wallingford came round to spend an hour
with us. I was happily at leisure. Conversation naturally falls into
the current of passing events, and on this occasion, the approaching
marriage of Mr. Dewey came naturally into the field of topics. This
led to a review of the many strange circumstances connected with
Mrs. Wallingford's presence in S----, and naturally, to an inquiry
from my wife as to the present position of the property left by
Captain Allen.
"What about this young Garcia?" said Constance, addressing Mr.
Wallingford. "I haven't heard of him for some time."
"He is at school yet, I believe," replied Mr. Wallingford, not
showing much interest in the matter.
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