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Looking round as Millicent joined them, she noticed her puzzled expression. The girl had obviously seen the stranger's action, but Mrs. Keith did not wish to pursue the subject then. Next moment Challoner came up and greeted her heartily, while his wife spoke to Mrs. Ashborne. "We only arrived this afternoon and must have missed you at dinner," he said.
Keith, who found the big hotel rather noisy and uncomfortably warm, was sitting with Mrs. Ashborne in the square between it and St. Catharine's Street. A cool air blew uphill from the river and the patch of grass with its fringe of small, dusty trees had a certain picturesqueness in the twilight.
They had their backs to him when he went on, but he looked around, as if to make sure he had not been observed, before he entered the hotel. "That was strange," said Mrs. Ashborne. "It looked as if the fellow didn't want to meet our friends. Who can he be?" "How can I tell?" Mrs. Keith answered. "I think I've seen him somewhere, but that's all I know."
Keith took the letters and gave Mrs. Ashborne an English newspaper, but the girl went on: "The bobcat has torn a hole in the basket and I'm afraid it's trying to get at the mink." "Tell some of the hotel people to take it out at once and see that the basket is sent to be mended." The girl withdrew and Mrs. Ashborne looked up. "Did I hear aright? She said a bob-cat." "You did.
"Though he only spoke a word or two to me, he did a very chivalrous thing; one that needed courage and coolness. I find it hard to believe he could be a coward." "So do I," Mrs. Keith agreed. "Still I must say that I haven't seen him since he was a boy." "I met him once," said Mrs. Ashborne.
Mrs. Ashborne opened the Morning Post, and presently looked up at her companion. "'A marriage between Blanche Newcombe and Captain Challoner at Thornton Holme, in Shropshire," she read out. "Do you know the bride?" "I know Bertram Challoner better," Mrs. Keith replied, and was silent for a minute or two, musing on former days.
Sedgwick and his companion passed out of sight, and Mrs. Ashborne opened the Morning Post, from which she presently looked up. "'A marriage between Blanche Newcombe and Captain Challoner at Thornton Holme, in Shropshire," she read out. "Do you know the bride?" "I know Bertram Challoner better," Mrs. Keith replied, and was silent for a minute or two, musing on former days.
Ashborne inquired. "I have wondered where you got her. You have had a number, but she is different from the rest." "I suppose you mean she is too good for the post?" Mrs. Keith suggested. "However, I don't mind telling you that she is Eustace Graham's daughter; you must have heard of him." "Eustace Graham? Wasn't he in rather bad odor only tolerated on the fringe of society?
Ashborne turned again to her English newspaper. Millicent sat looking out over the gorge, while her thoughts went back to a dimly lighted drawing-room in a small London apartment, where she was feeling very lonely and half dismayed, one evening soon after she had joined her father.
Ashborne was short-sighted, but Margaret Keith's eyes were better, and she noticed the stylish woman whom Sedgwick had joined. "Yes," she said. "A widow, I believe, though one would not suspect it from her clothes. She seems to know some of my friends, but I met her here for the first time a few days ago."
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