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Updated: June 11, 2025
Sara Wrandall was quick to recognise the first symptoms of jealousy on the part of her brother-in-law. She had known him for years. In that time she had been witness to a dozen of his encounters in the lists of love, or what he chose to designate as love, and had seen him emerge from each with an unscarred heart and a smiling visage.
They did not see her face; they only heard the calm, low voice, sweet with fatigue and dread. "I shall notify my brother-in-law as soon as I reach the city," she said. "He will attend to everything. Mr. Leslie Wrandall, I mean. My husband's only brother. He will be here in the morning, Dr. Sheef. My own apartment is not open. I have been staying in a hotel since my return from Europe two days ago.
She abruptly removed her hand from Hetty's shoulder and walked to the edge of the verandah. For the first time, the English girl was conscious of pain. She drew her arm up and cringed. She pulled the light scarf about her bare shoulders. The butler appeared in the doorway. "The telephone, if you please, Miss Castleton. Mr. Leslie Wrandall is calling." The girl stared. "For me, Watson?"
As he glanced up their eyes met, for she too had turned to peer. Leslie Wrandall was standing near the foot of the stairs. There was an eager, exalted look in his face that slowly gave way to well-assumed unconcern as his friend came upon him and grasped his arm. "I say, Leslie, is is she staying here?" cried Booth, lowering his voice to an excited half-whisper. "Who?" demanded Wrandall vacantly.
Not once, but many times, had he said to himself that perhaps Challis was lucky to have got her instead of one of the girls his mother had chosen for him out of the minute elect. It may be seen, or rather surmised, that if the house of Wrandall had not been so admirably centred under its own vine and fig tree, it might have become divided against itself without much of an effort. Mrs.
"Then my references are satisfactory, so to speak," said she, with a wry little smile. "Perfectly," said he, with conviction; "if we are to put any dependence in the intelligence office." "Doesn't it stagger Mrs. Wrandall somewhat to reconcile my pedigree to the position I occupy in Sara's household that of companion, so to say?" asked Hetty, a slight curl to her lip. He looked rather blank.
Three or four trunks stood against the walls. "I dismissed my maid on landing. She robbed me," said Mrs. Wrandall, voicing the relief that was uppermost in her mind. She opened a closet door and took out a thick eider-down robe, which she tossed across a chair. "Now call up the office and say that you are speaking for me.
In the interim, she was a probationary person of leisure. It had required hours of persuasion on the part of Sara Wrandall to bring her into line with these arrangements. "But I am able and willing to work for my living," had been Hetty's stubborn retort to all the arguments brought to bear upon her. "Then let me put it in another light.
His eyes gleamed. "If I fail in that," said he warmly, "it will be because I am without integrity." Again she smiled upon him with half-closed, shadowy eyes, and shook her head. Then she arose. "Let us go in. Hetty is eager to see you again." They started up the terrace. His face clouded. "I have had a feeling all along that she'd rather not have this portrait painted, Mrs. Wrandall.
Wrandall got up, went over to the library table and closed with a snap the bulky blue book with the limp leather cover, saying as she held it up to let him see that it was the privately printed history of the Murgatroyd family: "It came by post this evening from London. She is merely a fourth cousin, my son." He looked up with a gleam of interest in his eye.
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