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I was so unsettled while I was in London that I did not even send to make enquiries about your brother or Lady Southerland. I could not have made their party if I had been sure of their being in town. Sir R. and Lady Payne are at Lambeth. They propose coming to dine here in a few days. I dined with Crowle and the younger Mr.
Miss Southerland, we must find this woman!" "Yes, but I don't see how you are going to on such slight information " "Information! Child, I have all I want all I could desire." He laughed, passing his hands over his gray hair. "We are going to find the girl he is in love with before the week ends!" "Do you really think so?" she exclaimed. "Yes. But you must do a great deal in this case."
On his second visit he mustered the adequate courage to ask for her, and experienced a curiously sickly sensation when informed that Miss Southerland was no longer employed in the bureau of statistics, having been promoted to an outside position of great responsibility. His third visit proved anything but satisfactory. He sidled and side-stepped for ten minutes before he dared ask Mr.
Keen where Miss Southerland had gone. And when the Tracer replied that, considering the business he had undertaken for Mr. Gatewood, he really could not see why Mr. Gatewood should interest himself concerning the whereabouts of Miss Southerland, the young man had nothing to say, and escaped as soon as possible, enraged at himself, at Mr.
"Really, Miss Southerland, he must be all you say he is, for he has a stanch champion to vouch for him." "All I say he is? I haven't said anything about him!" Mr. Keen nodded. "Exactly. Let us drop him for a moment. . . . Are you perfectly well, Miss Southerland?" "Why, yes." "I'm glad of it. You are a trifle pale; you seem to be a little languid. . . . When do you take your vacation?"
"Good-by, Miss Southerland. I hope you may find the person I have been searching for." "Good-by, Mr. Gatewood. . . . I hope we shall; . . . but I don't know." And, as a matter of fact, she did not know; she was rather excited over nothing, apparently; and also somewhat preoccupied with several rather disturbing emotions the species of which she was interested in determining.
You know," he said earnestly, "how difficult it is to guess ages, don't you, Miss Southerland?" "How old do you think she is? Could you not hazard a guess judging, say, from her appearance?" "I have no data no experience to guide me." He was becoming involved again. "Would you, for practice, permit me first to guess your age, Miss Southerland?"
She did so; he attempted to concentrate his attention, and succeeded sufficiently to look as though some vestige of intellect remained in him. He saw her pick up a pad and pencil; the contour and grace of two deliciously fashioned hands arrested his mental process once more. "I beg your pardon," he said hastily; "what were you saying, Miss Southerland?" "Nothing, Mr. Gatewood. I did not speak."
"Miss S-S-S-S-outherland!" "Exactly; without quite so many S's," said Keen, smiling. "Did she discover that that person?" exclaimed the young man, startled. "She thinks she has. I am not sure she is correct; but I am absolutely certain that Miss Southerland could eventually discover the person you were in search of. It seems a little hard on her just on the eve of success to lose.
Thorpe knew nothing of the cotillion, or the brake ride, or of the girl who visited Alice Southerland; all of which gave occasion for so much lively comment. Nor was the situation improved when some of them, in a noble effort at politeness, turned the conversation into more general channels. The topics of the day's light talk were absolutely unknown to him.
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