etty girl? "I thought Roland would make up for my absence," he said slyly. "He told me when we met the other day wh
at pleasant calls he had at your house." "The pleasure is all on his side, then," said Carrie, tossing her head. "I hate the sight of him." "Poor Roland! He is to be pitied!"
"You needn't pity him, Oliver," said Frank. "He loses no opportunity of trying to set us against you. But he hasn't succeeded yet." "And he won't!" chimed in Carrie, with em
phasis. This conversation scarcely occupied a minute, though it may seem longer. Meanwhile Dr. Dudley and Nicholas Bundy were left out of the conversation. Oliver remembered thi
s, and introduced them."Dr. Dudley," he said, "permit me to introduce my friend, Mr. Bundy." "I am glad to make the acquaintance of any friend of yours, Oliver. We are just goin
g in. Won't you and Mr. Bundy join us at dinner in the hotel?" Nicholas Bundy did not in general take kindly to new friends, but he saw that Oliver wished the invitation to be a
ccepted, and he assented with a good grace. The boat was turned, and they were soon on land again. "Who is this man, Oliver?" asked Frank in a low tone. "He is a new acquaint
's, sis." "I will, when he next says anything against Oliver.
" "Look here, O
nd Mr. Bundy is pa
ying me ten doll
ars a week for
going around with him. Bu