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eyes. preceding the flush and unac-
countable pallor that followed almost
Immediately. He felt guilty, and at
the same time deeply annoyed with
Leslie. Later on he tried to explain,
but the attempt was lamentable fail
ure. She laughed, not unkindly, in
his face.
Leslie had refused to allow the
! sketch to leave his hand If she could
have gained possession Of it, even for
an instant, the thing would have been
| torn to bits. But 1t went back into his
commodious pocketbook, and she was
| too proud to demand 1t Of him.
She became oddly sensitive to
| Booths persistent though inoffensive
| scrutiny as time wore on More than
! once she had caught him looking at
her with a fixedness that betrayed per-
plexity SO plainly that she could not
fail to recognize an underlying motive.
He was vainly striving tc refresh his
memory: that was clear to her. There
is no mistaking that look in persons
eyes. 1t cannot be disguised.
He was as deeply perplexed as ever
when the time came for him to depart
with Leslie. He asked her point blank
on the last evening Of his stay ii they
had ever met before. and she frankly
confessed 10 short memory for faces.
II was not unlikely, she said, that he
had seen her in London or in Paris,
but she had not the faintest recollec-
ticn OF having seen him before their
meeting in the road.
Urged by Sara, she had reluctantly
consented to sit to him for a portrait
during the month of June. He put the
request in such terms that 1t did not
sound like q proposition. 1t was not
surprising that he should want her for
a subject; in fact, he put it in such
way that she could not but feel that
she would be doing him great and
enduring favor. She imposed but one
condition: The picture was never to
be exhibited. He met that, with bland
magnanimity. by proffering the canvas
to Mrs. Wrandall, as the subjects
next best friend" to have and to
hold so long as she might live" free
gratis" with the artists compli-
|
good humor.
Lesie's aid had been solicited by
both Sara and the painter In the final
effort to overcome the girls obJec-
lions. He was rather bored about 1t,
but added his voice to the general
Glamour. With half an eye one could
see that he did not relish the idea of
Hetty posing for days to the hand
some, agreeable painter. Moreover, 1t
meant that Booth, who could afford to
crafty his own whims, would be
L Obliged to spend a month or more In
the neighborhood so that he could de
i vote himself almost entirely to the
contamination Of this particular under
taking. Moreover, 1t meant that Vivi
ans portrait was to be temperate.
disregarded.
Sara Wrandall was quick to recoe
nize the first symptoms OF jealousy oil
e the part of her brother-in-law. tn
e. new idol of the Wrandalls was in love
a selfshly, insufferably in love as thing
is went with all the Wrandalls The
'e hated selfshly, and so they loved. lie
ST husband had been their king. III
rs their king was dead, long live tn
Id king. Leslie had put on the famil
III crown-a little jauntily. perhaps
IT. cooked over the eye bit. so to spea
II but it was there just the same, a
II noyingly plain to view.
N Sara had tried TO like him. He Id
III been her friend, the only one she cou
N claim among them all. And yet, b
NJ meath his genial allegiance, she cou
M detect the air of condescension, Il
Il, bland attitude of a superior who d
MI tends another's cause for the reas'
/, that it gratifies Nero She experience
M a thrill of malicious Joy in contempli
lM ing the fall Of Nero. He would bril-
KIN down his house about his head, al
Nv there would be no Rome to pay t
- fiddler.
-
- Brandon Booth took a small Gotta
on the upper road, half way betwe
the village and the home Of Sa
Wrandall, and not far from the
horred back gate" that swung in
teeth OF her connections by marria
m He set I'D his establishment in hall
hi dav and, being settled, betook hims
= off TO dine with Sara and Hetty.
~. his household cares, like the wor
rested snugly on the shoulders OF
ing Atlas named Pat, than whom TN
me was no more faithful servitor in
Eul the earth, nor in the heavens, for G
Il. matter, If we are TO accept his
lat estimate of himself. In any event,
us was o treasure. Booths house was
ways in order. Try as he would,
the couldn't get 1t out OF order. Pats
ION, saw to that.
eX- Az he swung jauntily down the Il
he lined road that led to Saras. port
the Booth was full of the Joy of livi
pur- Sara was at the bottom Of the
race, moving among the flower bedt
en- the formal garden.
ara, At the sound OF his footsteps on
low gravel Sara looked up and instaI
was smiled her welcome.