TWO:"Well," said Holgrave, looking at his guest with that kindly feeling that is ever called forth by unexpectedly beholding an acquaintance of earlier days��"well, how often my poor mother used to talk of you, and wonder how it fared with you. I remember well when you came to bid us good-bye."Alice rose too, and for a moment he was surprised that she did not try to keep him; instead, she said:
