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His gaze swerved to the opposite end of the room where it saw a living presence. For a moment they looked at each other; the man's face turned very pale; his hand touched the back of a chair; he steadied himself. "I thought to enter armory hall did not know your rooms were here," he managed to say in a low tone, "at this corner of Strathorn House."
"Was coming to the village on another little matter, and thought I might as well drop in and see you," he observed to the guest, "instead of waiting for you to come to Strathorn House. You have the stock-lists and market prices with you?" he queried meaningly. The other answered in the affirmative. "Very good, we will consider the matter, and you may go, landlord."
"From Strathorn House to London by foot, within a given time, don't you know; fell in with some rough customers last night who thought my coat and hat better than these." "I beg your pardon, sir, but " The man's apprehensive look fastened itself on a dark stain on the coat, near the shoulder.
When he had departed post-haste for Strathorn House, he had neglected to furnish himself with funds for an indefinite period; a contingency he should have foreseen had risen; for the present he could not appear at the bank to draw against the balance he always maintained there.
An instant he regarded John Steele as if inviting him to look behind these mere words; but John Steele's half-averted face appeared set, uncommunicative. Perhaps again he saw the girl as he had last seen her at Strathorn House; her features, alive, alight, with scorn and wounded pride. "Well?" he said shortly. "And the upshot of it all was " "She suggested my going to Lord Ronsdale."
Besides, I made a wager with Jocelyn you wouldn't refuse a second opportunity to bask in Arcadia." He laughed. "'I really couldn't presume to ask him again, is the way she expressed it, 'but if you can draw a sufficiently eloquent picture of the rural attractions of Strathorn to woo him from his beloved dusty byways, you have my permission to try." "Did she say that?" John Steele spoke quickly.
The boy, having delivered his message, had left the door; with lips puckered to the loud and imperfect rendition of a popular street melody, he was making his way through the grounds. Involuntarily the man's look lingered on him. "A telegram from London? For whom?" "I'm afraid it's hopeless, Captain Forsythe. Nothing ever happens at Strathorn."
"But why ?" she began at length, then stopped, as if the question were gone almost as soon as it suggested itself. " did I return here, reenter Strathorn House?" he completed it for her. "Because there seemed nothing else to do; it was probably only temporizing with the inevitable but one always temporizes."
"Of course; not difficult to understand; her desire to hush up the affair; her fear," with a short laugh, "lest the scandal become known. A guest at Strathorn House had been " "I don't think it was for " "You found out," shortly, "that she, too, had learned knew " "Yes; she made me aware of that at once when she came to see me with Sir Charles. It was she sent your luggage " "Sir Charles?
A House maid, some time later that night, moved noiselessly over the heavy rugs in the boudoir of the princess suite, next to armory hall on the second story of Strathorn House.
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