"But too late!" put in Victor.
"Yes; too late. He relented too late," sighed Electra. "He went to New York, where they had been living when he had last heard of them, and after making the most diligent inquiries he only learned that they had been dead several years, and had left an orphan girl in great dest.i.tution. Well, he advertised for the child, offering large rewards for her discovery."
"But in vain, I suppose?" said Victor.
"Ah, yes, in vain, for I was at Randall"s Island, registered under another name."
"The case seemed hopeless," said Victor.
"Entirely hopeless. And then, partly from his disappointment and partly from seeing so much of suffering among children, he became a sort of city missionary. It was in his character of missionary that he went one day to an examination of the pupils of the girls" school on Randall"s Island. There he saw me, and recognized me by my striking likeness to my mother. Indeed he has since told me that I am a counterpart of what my mother was at my age."
"And your face is such a very peculiar and, I may say, unique face, that the likeness could not have been accidental, I suppose," observed Victor.
"That is what he thought. Well, without saying a word to me then of his recognition, he commenced with the slight clew that he had in his hands and pursued investigations that in a few days proved me to be the child of Sebastian and Electra Coroni. Then he came to the Island and took me away, and put me to school at Mount Ascension. There I made the acquaintance of the young lady friend that I am now staying with. Miss Cavendish is my cousin. Last month I graduated from Mount Ascension. And on the first of next month I am going to Beresford Manors, to commence my new life there as my grandfather"s housekeeper. And, Victor--I beg your pardon!--Mr. Brent, I hope that you will come and visit us there,"
concluded Electra, with a smile.
"But how would your grandfather, Dr. Beresford Jones of Beresford Manors, take a visit from a poor adventurer like me?" inquired Victor.
"He will take it very kindly; for he also will ask you to come," said Electra.
Victor bowed and walked on in silence.
Electra spoke again:
"I have told you without reserve how it was that I was so suddenly raised from extreme poverty to wealth, and now--"
She paused and looked at her companion.
"And now you want to know how I came by my fortune?" smilingly inquired Victor.
"Yes, of course I do," answered Electra.
"The explanation is short and simple enough. I became suddenly rich, as some few other poor vagabonds have, by a fortunate stroke of the pick--by a California gold mine," quietly answered Victor.
"Oh!" exclaimed Electra.
And she stopped and put him away from her a step, and stood and stared at him.
Victor laughed. And then they went on, for their companions were at the gates of the University, waiting for them to come along.
They entered the beautiful grounds occupied by the extensive buildings of the University, and where several of the professors, as well as a few of the students who had not yet left for the vacation, were taking their morning walks.
The visitors were soon met by Dr. Jones and Alden Lytton, who came up together to welcome them.
After the usual greetings, Alden introduced his party to several of the professors, who received them with great courtesy, and attended them through the various buildings, pointing out to them the most notable objects of interest, and entertaining them with the history, statistics and anecdotes of the inst.i.tution.
They were taken into the various libraries, where they saw collected vast numbers of the most valuable books, among which were a few very unique black letter and illuminated volumes of great antiquity.
They were then led into the several halls, where were collected costly astronomical and chemical apparatus.
And finally they visited the museum, filled with cabinets of minerals, sh.e.l.ls, woods, fossils, and so forth.
And after an interesting but very fatiguing tour of inspection, that occupied four hours, they were invited to rest in the house of one of the professors, where they were refreshed with a dainty lunch, after which they returned to the village.
And the evening was spent socially in Mrs. Wheatfield"s drawing-room.
CHAPTER XX.
A SURPRISE.
In the course of that evening they were surprised by a visit. It was from Mr. Craven Kyte, who came to call on Miss Cavendish.
He was invited into the drawing-room and introduced to the whole party.
Mr. Kyte was in the deepest state of despondency.
He told Miss Emma that a few days previous he had received a letter from Mrs. Grey, saying that she was about to leave Charlottesville for a little while, in order to give up her rooms to Miss Cavendish and her party, and that she did not know exactly where she should go, but that she would write and tell him as soon as she should get settled.
"And since that, Miss Emma, I have not heard one word from her, nor do I know where she is, or how she is, or how to find out," concluded Mr.
Kyte, in the most dejected tone.
"How long has it been, Mr. Kyte?" inquired Miss Cavendish.
"Five days," answered the young man, as solemnly as if he had said five years.
"That is but a short time. I do not think you have cause to be anxious yet awhile," said Emma, with a smile.
"But you haven"t heard from her yourself even, have you, Miss Emma?" he anxiously inquired.
"Certainly not, else I should have told you at once," replied Miss Cavendish.
"For mercy"s sake, you never came all the way from Wendover to Charlottesville to ask that question, did you, Mr. Kyte?" inquired irrepressible Electra, elevating her eye-brows.
The lover, who had so unconsciously betrayed himself, blushed violently and stammered forth:
"No--not entirely. The fact is, for more than a year past I have been watching and waiting for an opportunity to change my business from Wendover to Charlottesville. And I came up partly about that also. But as a--a friend of Mrs. Grey, I do feel anxious about her mysterious absence and silence."
"I a.s.sure you, Mr. Kyte, that Mrs. Grey is quite capable of taking excellent care of herself," added plain-spoken Laura Lytton.
"Come, Mr. Kyte, cheer up! We are going on a pilgrimage to Monticello to-morrow and you must join our party," said Miss Cavendish, kindly.
But Mr. Kyte excused himself, saying that he could not leave his business long, and must start for Wendover the next morning.
And soon after this he took leave.