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At the door the servant stood aside to allow him to enter; then ushered him into a fairly commodious and comfortable sitting-room. "My master did not come back with you, sir, from Strathorn House?" "No; Captain Forsythe's gone on to Germany." "To attend some court, I suppose. Sure, 'tis a dale he has done of that, Mr.
"Conveyance of any kind here, waiting to take us to Strathorn House?" called out the former as he stiffly descended the ladder at the side of the coach. The landlord of the Golden Lion, who had emerged from his door, returned an affirmative reply and at the same time ushered the travelers into a tiny private sitting-room.
Gillett, in the garden at Strathorn House, was authorized by me to offer you one chance of avoiding exposure, and," deliberately, "the attendant consequences; you were to be suffered to leave London, this country, with the stipulation that you should never return." John Steele shifted slightly. "You did not expect this," quickly, "you had not included that contingency in your calculations?"
Into this delectable byway there turned, late in the night of the second day after that memorable evening at Strathorn House, a man who, looking quickly around him, paused before the closed gate of one of the dwellings.
In the eyes that met hers flashed a question, the question that he had ever been asking himself since coming to Strathorn House, that had driven him there. Did she note the strangeness of the look she seemed to have surprised on his face? Her own glance grew on the instant slightly puzzled, showed a passing constraint; then her manner became light again. "No.
Lord Ronsdale again seated himself; his face had regained its hard mask; he motioned the other man to draw his chair closer. "I'll tell you how to proceed." The windows in Strathorn House shone bright; from within came the sound of music; in the billiard room, adjoining the spacious hall, a number of persons were smoking, playing, or watching the dancers.
"What?" fell from his lips. "The way in, of course," said the girl. He moved now at her side; at the entrance, broad, imposing, she paused; a thousand perfumes seemed wafted from the garden; the rustling of myriad wings fell on the senses, like faint cadences of music. The girl made a courtesy; her red lips curved. "Welcome to Strathorn House, Mr. John Steele!" she said gaily.
"Only, if you will allow me to make a counter proposal, Strathorn House, you say, is near; I am in the mood for exercise, after sitting so long, and should like to walk there." "By all means," returned the other, "since it's your preference. Pretty apt to overtake you," he went on, after giving his guest a few directions. "Especially if you linger over any points of interest!"
That which she had not been able to penetrate, to understand in him, this was it! This! "But why" fragments of what he had said recurred to her; she spoke mechanically "when you found yourself recognized, did you not leave England; why did you come here to Strathorn House; incur the danger, the risk?" "Why?" He still continued to look straight before him. "Because you were here!"
"To go back to Strathorn House a very beautiful place to go back to," his tones for the moment lapsed to that high pitch they sometimes assumed, "Mr Gillett had there received from me certain instructions. Whatever you once were," seeming not to notice the other's expression, "you have since by your own efforts attained much. How ?" His brows knit as at something inexplicable.
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