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It was not pity nor penitence alone that brought you here to comfort me. Was it, Sylvia?" "Yes. Had it been love, could I stand as I am now and not show it?"
His voice was friendly, but a little louder than he generally used, so that Sylvia clearly distinguished every word; so clearly indeed, that had he wished her to hear, thus he would have spoken.
And Joan spread the letter on her knee; her hands were trembling as she patted it open. "This is what Sylvia says: The Studio is perfect north side full of windows; south side full of fireplace; your room and mine on the east; stars and sunlight on tap from the windows. We are on top of the city and nothing hinders our view.
Before the end of that first year, Philip had learnt to be jealous of his wife's new love for Hester. To the latter, Sylvia gave the free confidence on many things which Philip fancied she withheld from him. A suspicion crossed his mind, from time to time, that Sylvia might speak of her former lover to Hester.
But now Kinraid came in, feeling the awkwardness of his situation a little, yet with an expression so pleasant and manly in his open face, and in his exculpatory manner, that Sylvia lost his first words in a strange kind of pride of possession in him, about which she did not reason nor care to define the grounds.
"Everything is quite en règle," M. Malfait said smoothly when the purport of their presence was explained to him in a few curt words by the Commissioner of Police. "You see, Monsieur le Commissaire, it is quite simple. The lady left us a letter explaining why she was obliged to go away. I do not know why Madame" he turned to Sylvia "thought it necessary to go to you?
Her eyes slowly opened, and she grew conscious that some one was knocking on her door. At her summons a maid entered. "Somebody to see you, Miss. You don't feel well enough, do you?" The girl's tone was sympathetic. Sylvia was of a different type from those who usually sought the Association. Her appearance suggested romance. "Who is it?" she asked eagerly, half rising. "A man?" "Yes'm."
Then Sylvia was compelled to put on her things, and fetch back her darling; and excepting for this errand she seldom went out at all on week-days.
"Oh, Missy! de door is shut fas'," she whispered, as she endeavored to push it open, "But it can't be shut," Sylvia answered. Both the little girls pushed against it, but the door stood fast. "Oh! What will we do?" half sobbed Sylvia, who was now very tired, and almost too sleepy to think of anything. "We cyan't get in de back door.
But no, in the first place, he had not the time; in the second, he would not have the slightest idea what to order. They all arrived in London late in the evening. Sylvia and Hetty had been asleep during the latter part of the journey, but Betty still sat bolt upright and wide awake. It was dusk now, and the lamp in the carriage was lit. It seemed to throw a shadow on the girl's miserable face.
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