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Updated: May 20, 2025
It seemed almost ridiculous to ask the question for surely it must be some witch's cranny upon which he had stumbled. "Yes. But Jimmie isn't home. Won't you come in?" Mr. Allendyce stared about the room a big room, its size enhanced by the great glass windows and the glass skylight. Everywhere bloomed flowers in gayly painted boxes and pots and tubs. And after another blink Mr.
Robin blushed furiously at this and changed the subject lest her guardian could glimpse under her flaming hair and guess the one pretty "pretend" she still cherished. While the girls were upstairs Mrs. Lynch told Cornelius Allendyce the story of Susy, and Robin's visit to the old house. She told it simply but in its every detail so that Robin's guardian could follow it very closely.
There followed a moment of tense silence, then the man went on dully, in a tone that implied yielding. "I suppose I may know all the circumstances that led up to this." Cornelius Allendyce proceeded to tell everything from the day of his interview with Madame to the moment of his consternation upon discovering that Gordon Forsyth was a girl and not a boy.
As a last desperate resort the lawyer had suggested, with a courage that cost considerable effort, the finding of this other heir. Mr. Allendyce had known very little of that "other branch" of the family.
Cornelius Allendyce, turning from a protracted study of the blazing fire, was startled to find the girl's head pillowed in her arm, her shoulders shaking with smothered sobs. "My dear! My dear!" he exclaimed, very much as Miss Effie would have done. "I I can't help it. I tried " Poor Robin looked so very small in the big chair that remorse seized Cornelius Allendyce.
I will call at three tomorrow. I trust you will make your Jimmie understand. You know this is a very unusual step there are some who might call it abduction " "Oh, Jimmie wouldn't!" assured Robin. "Not when I tell him why I'm running away." Robin had answered him so indifferently that Cornelius Allendyce felt her mind was working out a plan for the morrow.
"You have not heard all," went on Madame Forsyth in such a strange voice that Cornelius Allendyce looked up at her in astonishment. "I am going away." "You! Where?" exclaimed the man. He could not quite believe his ears. "That I do not care to divulge." She enjoyed his amazement.
Allendyce suddenly recalled how Madame had worshipped the splendid manliness of young Christopher the Third. "Is there anything the matter with you, Mr. why, you haven't told me your name!" With a tremendous effort Cornelius Allendyce pulled himself together. He flushed under the wondering wide-eyed scrutiny of his companion, who reached out and laid a small, warm hand upon his.
Down in the street Cornelius Allendyce waved off a persistent taxi driver, deciding that he needed the vent of exercise to bring him back to earth. And as he hurried along he felt a curious elation, as though for the first time he enjoyed a zest in living. As a lawyer his life had been necessarily cut-and-dried; there had been little room for adventuring.
Harkness had opened his lips for his little speech of welcome but the first sound died with a cackle in his throat, leaving his mouth agape. He stared at the little creature and beyond her at Cornelius Allendyce, who was superintending the unloading of several bags and boxes. Where was Gordon Forsyth? Turning, Mr. Allendyce, at one glance, took in the situation.
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