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"Hiss s s! skier r r! hiss s s s!" he cried; and could Eileen believe her eyes? for one instant she saw the knight flash past her, and then there was nothing living in the room besides her but a great black cat clinging by his claws half-way up the arras, and a little brown mouse between his teeth.
Was Eileen in love with Terry and resenting his desertion? No; she said emphatically in her thoughts. She would have known if Eileen cared. If it had been that she could have been very tolerant. Her thoughts went back to the first beginnings of difficulty with Eileen, and she fixed them at the date of her return from her visit home during the preceding summer.
Of course the only thing that Eileen could do was to faint, and so she fainted, and it was six hours before she came to herself again. In the mean time nobody in the world knew what had happened; and when she opened her eyes and began to cry out about a terrible black cat, they all thought she had gone out of her mind.
It was the day on which Lady O'Gara had given Eileen her necklet of amethysts and seed-pearls a beautiful antique thing, of no great intrinsic value beyond its workmanship. It suddenly came to her that, for a good while past, she had got into a way of propitiating Eileen with gifts.
Over a cup of coffee in the deserted smoking-room Foyle spoke to the point. "I did not tell you why I took you to see Lady Eileen, because I was afraid you might refuse. She has been antagonistic to you hitherto. The fact that Grell advertised you in somewhat the same manner as herself has given her the idea that, after all, you too might be trying to shield him.
We can send off what you don't want to Inver, and I shall add a few lengths of that Liberty silk. Brigid and Nora are so clever with that little sewing machine I gave them last Christmas that they'll turn out something very pretty for themselves." "They've no occasion for pretty things," said Eileen. "There never was any young man there but Robin Gillespie, the doctor's son.
A dozen paces behind her went the workman, and a dozen paces behind him the frock-coated man. Heldon Foyle had selected his subordinates well for their work. Acting on the policy of leaving nothing to chance, he had taken a hint from the advertisement addressed to Eileen, and had the office watched from the time it opened.
"I suppose," said Philip, "that the savages up your way converse in Latin, Greek, and German " "Latin, FRENCH, and German," corrected Jeanne. "We haven't added a Greek course yet." "I know of a girl," mused Philip, as though speaking to himself, "who spent five years in a girls' college, and she can talk nothing but light English. Her name is Eileen Brokaw."
It was this same sweetness that had come to him on the night that he had looked down into the beautiful face of Eileen Brokaw at the Brokaw ball. He remembered now that Eileen Brokaw loved heliotrope, and that she always wore a purple heliotrope at her white throat or in the gold of her hair.
Of course they'll both come here in fact, their luggage is upstairs now Boots takes the blue room and Phil his old quarters, . . . But don't you think it is perfectly sweet of Boots? And isn't it good to have Philip back again?" "Y-es," said Eileen faintly. Lying there, the deep azure of her eyes starred with tears, a new tremor altered her mouth, and the tight-curled upper lip quivered.
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