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"I suppose we shan't often see you again," she said. "I'm glad to get away from Lynn's," he answered. It was strange, but he was actually sorry to leave these people whom he thought he had loathed, and when he drove away from the house in Harrington Street it was with no exultation.
The minister was conscious of Lynn's mother standing in the doorway just behind him, although she had made no noise in entering. And at once she knew he was aware of her presence. "Isn't that Mark Carter?" she asked just above a breath. He nodded. "And she doesn't know! You haven't told her?" The minister shook his head. "He will tell her. See, he is telling her now!"
"The servants say they must leave unless the ghost does, Marcella," said Mrs. Boyce, suddenly, laying a morsel of toast as she spoke on Lynn's nose. "Someone from the village of course has been talking the cook says she heard something last night, though she will not condescend to particulars and in general it seems to me that you and I may be left before long to do the house work."
These topics were treated frankly, moreover, and with a wise cynicism which, in Lorelei's case, had proven protective. Gratuitous advice, however, was seldom welcomed, and a policy of "Hands off" prevailed. Miss Lynn's visitor was a well-tailored man who gave a first impression of extreme physical neatness.
There was no answer when he rang at Lilas Lynn's apartment; the hall-boy volunteered the information that the occupant had just gone out with a gentleman. Miss Knight? Yes, she was up-stairs, he supposed. But when Bob undertook to go up there was prompt objection. The attendant would not hear to such a thing until he had first called Miss Knight.
She looked at him keenly: "You haven't seen Mark to-day, have you, Billy?" "Aw, naw,'taint from him," he grinned reassuringly, "He's away just now. But I might see him soon ya know, ur hear from him." Lynn's face cleared. "Yes, of course. His mother told me he was suddenly called back to New York." "Yep.
"Your loving friend Lynn With much joy doth grin," in no way satisfied Lynn's ideas either of composition or beauty, but she had been so occupied helping with the couplets of the others that she was forced to compose hers standing on the door step of the post office.
The employees were not over-courteous at any time, and, although in theory callers announced themselves by telephone before going up-stairs, this was a custom generally honored in the breach. No question, therefore, was raised when a heavily built, capable-looking man, with large hands and feet, inquired for Miss Lynn's room-number and stepped into the elevator without declaring his business.
They were dangling their legs on a seat in "The Lovers' Cave," two little figures in blue zephyr, when Paul gave a sudden exclamation of dismay. "Quick, quick," she said, "we're going too slowly. Here come the others." She seized Lynn's hand and the two began to hurry along the path again, for at a bend just above them were the holland frocks and mushroom hats of Florence and Effie.
His companion on these occasions was Bell, the lad in the haberdashery, who stayed in often to arrange the stamps he collected. As he fastened them with little pieces of stamp-paper he whistled monotonously. The social evenings took place on alternate Mondays. There was one at the beginning of Philip's second week at Lynn's. He arranged to go with one of the women in his department.
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