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That's all Lucy could
do either, for the matter of that."
"I suppose so," his aunt assented. "How did Lucy get home?"
George regarded her with astonishment. "Why, on the train with the
rest of us, of course."
"I didn't mean that," Fanny explained. "I meant from the station.
Did you drive out to their house with her before you came here?"
"No. She drove home with her father, of course."
"Oh, I see. So Eugene came to the station to meet you."
"To meet us?" George echoed, renewing his attack upon the salmon
salad. "How could he?"
"I don't know what you mean," Fanny said drearily, in the desolate
voice that had become her habit. "I haven't seen him while your
mother's been away."
"Naturally," said George. "He's been East himself."
At this Fanny's drooping eyelids opened wide.
"Did you see him?"
"Well, naturally, since he made the trip home with us!"
"He did?" she said sharply. "He's been with you all the time?"
"No; only on the train and the last three days before we left. Uncle
George got him to come.


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