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I have advised this man to hold his peace till I can make inquiries, but where am I to make them? I cannot think that Miss Camerden " The ejaculation which escaped me was involuntary. To hear her name for the second time in this association was more than I could bear. "Did he say it was Miss Camerden?" I hurriedly inquired, as he looked at me in some surprise. "How should he know Miss Camerden?"
In the hum to which all sounds had sunk, I heard Sinclair's voice rise again in the question with which my own mind was full. "When was that? After Mr. Armstrong went into the room, or before?" "Oh, after he fell asleep. I had just come from putting out the gas when I saw Miss Camerden slip in and almost immediately come out again. I will search for the pin very carefully, sir." So Mr.
Turning quickly, I cast a glance up the staircase, before which I stood, and saw the figure of a young girl dressed in black hesitating on the landing. This young girl was Dorothy Camerden, and it took but a moment's contemplation of the scene for me to feel assured that it was against her this feeling of universal constraint had been directed.
Drawing up to the outside of the circle, I asked Beaton, who was nearest to me, if he knew how Miss Camerden was. "Better, I hear. Poor girl! it was a great shock to her." I ventured nothing more. The conventionality of his tone was not to be mistaken. Our conversation on the veranda was to be ignored. I did not know whether to feel relief at this or an added distress.
I hear," she impulsively continued, craning her neck to be sure that the object of her remarks was quite out of earshot, "that the south hall was blue to-day with the talk she gave Dorothy Camerden. No one knows what about, for the girl evidently tries to please her. But some women have more than their own proper share of bile; they must expend it on some one."
Somehow, at sight of it, I found myself seeking the shadow just as he had done a short time before, and it was in one of the recesses made by a row of bay-trees that we came face to face. He gave me one look, then his eyes dropped. "Miss Camerden has lost a pin from her hair," he impressively explained to me.
That afternoon a little hand had lingered in mine for just an instant longer than the circumstances of the moment strictly required; and small as the favour may seem to those who do not know Dorothy Camerden, to me, who realised fully both her delicacy and pride, it was a sign that my long, if secret, devotion was about to be rewarded, and that at last I was free to cherish hopes whose alternative had once bid fair to wreck the happiness of my life.
"But how will you be able to influence Miss Camerden to come down?" Somehow, the familiar name of Dorothy would not pass my lips. "Do you think she will recognise your right to summon her to an interview?" "Yes." I had never seen his lip take that firm line before, yet I had always known him to be a man of great resolution. "But how can you reach her?
Sinclair, after we are all somewhat rested, and when I can see you quite alone." Dorothy rose. "Shall I go?" she asked. Sinclair advanced, and with quiet protest touched her on the shoulder. Quietly she sank back into her seat. "I want to say a half-dozen words to you, Miss Camerden. Gilbertine will pardon us; it is about matters which must be settled to-night.
Coming back, I accosted Dutton, whom I found superintending the removal of the potted plants which encumbered the passages, and asked him if he knew where Miss Camerden was?
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