be otherwise? She had come to him but three weeks before the sailing of the vessel which had brought him to America, and until then he had not seen her face. But she was his wife and the mother of his son. Ever since he had worked in America he had sent money for her support, and she had proved a good daughter to his mother.
As he sat down to write he decided that he would welcome her with a big dinner to his countrymen.
"Yes," he replied to Mrs. Dean, later on in the evening, "I have sent for my wife."
"I am so glad," said the lady. "Mr. Wou"—turning to her niece—"has not seen his wife for seven years."
"Deary me!" exclaimed the young girl. "What a lot of letters you must have written!"
"I have not written her one," returned the young man somewhat stiffly.
Adah Charlton looked up in surprise. "Why—" she began.
"Mr. Wou used to be such a studious boy when I first knew him," interrupted Mrs. Dean, laying her hand affectionately upon the young man's shoulder. "Now, it is all business. But you won't forget the concert on Saturday evening."
