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The parlors in Ashurst had such heavy, serious chairs and tables, she said to herself, and the pictures were all so dark and ugly, and she was so tired of the carpets. So she was very glad when Mrs. Forsythe begged her to come and read aloud, or fix her flowers, or even stroke her soft white hair when she had a headache. "Dick may be at home, my dear," Mrs.
He knew, from what he had learned of Forsythe, that the first drink would lead to the second, and the third, and that his example would influence the rest to further drinking; but he gave none of his fears to Florrie. He simply bade her to go into her room and lock the door. Then he went to his own room against the possible advent of Billings at supper-time.
Her eyes were on the rising curtain, and Forsythe suddenly remembered that this was the scene in which Jed was to have appeared and Jed had a broken leg! What had Margaret done about it? It was scarcely a part that could be left out. Why hadn't he thought of it sooner and offered to take it?
And then she tried to disguise her thought by saying to herself that there were no girls in Ashurst who were not "suitable." "Good-evening," some one said gayly. It was Mr. Forsythe, who had come so quietly along the path, dark with its arching laburnums and syringas, she had not heard him. "Oh," she said, with a little start of surprise, "I did not know we were to see you to-night.
Lord Ronsdale breathed quickly. "Recent wound, I should say." "Not very old," said John Steele. "If there's a good story back of it, we'll have it later," Captain Forsythe remarked. "Perhaps Mr. Steele is too modest to tell it," Ronsdale again interposed. "Your good opinion flatters me." Steele's eyes met the other's squarely; then he made a brusk movement. "But if you are ready?"
"It was on a far more important matter." "Yes?" "It is a matter that concerns your husband very seriously." "Tell me about it, please?" said Mrs. Simms anxiously. "Have you anyone that you could send to Forsythe at once with an urgent message for your husband?" he asked. "There is no one.
Forsythe. "If that puppy neglects her," he thought, "if she cares for him, and if he grieves her, I vow I'll have a word to say to him! Now why should she cry, if it isn't because he's going away?" Though he was glad Ashurst would see the last of this objectionable young man, Lois's grief turned his gladness into pain, and there was no hope for himself in his relief at Dick's departure.
Dale turned her cheek to her niece, under the impression that she was kissing her. "It is high time for you to be home again. You must keep this foolish child in order; she hardly eats or sleeps. I suppose you've sent to know how Arabella Forsythe is to-day, Lois?" Lois looked anxious. "I thought she really was better last night, but she sent word this morning there was no change."
It would be pleasanter to go to Caroline. I have an idea she doesn't exactly dislike me." "Perhaps I oughtn't to tell you," Howat replied gravely; "but Caroline thinks a lot of you. She has admitted it to me " David Forsythe danced agilely about the more serious figure; he kicked Howat gaily from behind, ironically patted his cheek. "Hell's buttons!" he cried. "Why didn't you tell me that before?
Steele! One moment!" He found himself once more addressed by the good-humored Captain Forsythe. "Behold in me a Mercury, committed to an imperative mission. You are commanded to appear not in the royal box but in Sir Charles'." "Sir Charles Wray's?" John Steele regarded the speaker quickly. "Yes," laughed the other. "You see I happened to mention I had seen you.
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