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Hignett, frowning, for the interview had ruffled her and disturbed that equable frame of mind which is so vital to the preparation of lectures on Theosophy, sat down at the writing-table and began to go through the notes which she had made overnight. She had hardly succeeded in concentrating herself when the door opened to admit the daughter of Erin once more. "Ma'am there was a gentleman."
From the airy way in which she had strolled into the room, she appeared to be some sort of a nurse; but she wore no nurse's uniform. "Who are you?" she asked stiffly. "Who are you?" asked Jane. "I," said Mrs. Hignett portentously, "am the owner of this house, and I should be glad to know what you are doing in it. I am Mrs. Horace Hignett."
About her, as Bream Mortimer had said, there was something dynamic. The daughter of an eminent explorer and big-game hunter, she had frequently accompanied her father on his expeditions. An out-doors girl. "Who is that man at the piano?" she whispered. "Do you know him?" "As a matter of fact, I do," said Billie. "His name is Hignett. Why?" "I met him on the Subway not long ago.
Hignett stood staring at the door as Jane closed it safely behind her. "Eustace," she said, solemnly, "that is a wonderful girl!" "Yes! She once killed a panther or a puma, I forget which with a hat-pin!" said Eustace with enthusiasm. "I could wish you no better wife!" said Mrs. Hignett. She broke off with a sharp wail.... Out in the passage something like a battery of artillery had roared.
He had a brown and amiable face, marred at the moment by an expression of discomfort somewhat akin to that of a cat in a strange alley. "Hullo, Aunt Adeline!" he said awkwardly. "Well, Samuel!" said Mrs. Hignett. There was a pause. Mrs.
Hignett had pulled herself together sufficiently to feel brave enough to venture into the hall, Webster's presence of mind and Smith's gregariousness had combined to restore that part of the house to its normal nocturnal condition of emptiness.
"What on earth should I play it for at this time of night?" said Mr. Mortimer irritably. "It woke me up," said Mr. Bennett complainingly. "And I had had great difficulty in dropping off to sleep. I was in considerable pain. I believe I've caught the mumps from young Hignett." "Nonsense! You're always imagining yourself ill," snapped Mr. Mortimer. "My face hurts," persisted Mr. Bennett.
"I don't know how to apologise!" "That's all right! Let's have a light." A match flared in the darkness. Miss Hubbard lit her candle, and gazed at Mr. Bennett with quiet curiosity. "Walking in your sleep?" she inquired. "No, no!" "Not so loud! You'll wake Mr. Hignett. He's next door. That's why I took this room, in case he was restless in the night." "I want to see Bream Mortimer," said Mr.
"What is her first name?" "That is another rather remarkable thing. It's Wilhelmina." "Wilhelmina!" "Of course, there must be hundreds of girls in the world called Wilhelmina Bennett, but still it is a coincidence." "What colour is her hair?" demanded Eustace Hignett in a hollow voice. "Her hair! What colour is it?" "Her hair? Now, let me see. You ask me what colour is her hair.
Sam had left them like this in order to facilitate departure, if a hurried departure should by any mischance be rendered necessary, and drawn curtains had kept the household from noticing the fact. All the proprietor in Mrs. Hignett was roused. This, she felt indignantly, was the sort of thing she had been afraid would happen the moment her back was turned.
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