The Monmouth inquirer., 1922-09-28
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cause or its deep bronze, YET II was q
thin face, with somewhat delicate
features Amabel had an excellent
opportunity to inspect him as he
stood staring in perplexity at the
houses.
She arrived at the conclusion that
he was handsome man, and not too
old to be interesting. His dark hair,
it is true, was little grizzled. but
his moustache was quite brown, and
his heavy. black eyebrows almost met.
She judged that he must be nearly
six feet in height, tall save in compar-
ison with Bernard, who made most
other men look short. But this mans
figure was more closely knit, his
shoulders were higher, and his ap-
pearance seemed generally more COM
pact.
Presently, making up his mind, he
approached the house; Amabel hear
the bell ring, and few minutes later
the parlor-maid opened the drawing
room door
A gentleman wants to see Miss
Cathcart, miss
w no is hep
i don't know, said the girl.
Didn't you inquire his name? ask
ed Amabel
No, miss.
Did you say my sister was not at
homer
yes, miss, and then he asked for
Miss Cathcart's address.
AmabeI hesitated few moments;
she could not conceive who could re-
quire Pauline's address, and nothing
was further from her mind than the
truth.
But she had nothing in particular
to do, nothing very interesting to
read, and her curiosity was awaken
ed.
You may as wen ask his name
she suggested. and the servant quilted
the room, to reappear after short
interval
His name in Mr.. Waterhouse!' she
said, and Amabel tried not to betray
the slightest sign of surprise.
She felt, however, very deeply sur
prised. Mr. Waterhouse had certain
ly selected an inopportune moment.
Besides, he had really no right to the
house, and on the whole it might be
Just as well that Pauline was at
Horsemere. For while she stood gaz-
ing out of the window, doubling how
to act, but finally she faced the par
lor-maid abruptly again.
i will see Mr.. Waterhouse,' she
said, and she became conscious of
not disagreeable excitement
Wray entered with serious face.
He saw Amabel awaiting HIM in the
middle of the room, her small figure
drawn to its full height, her eyebrows
slightly lifted She bowed with her
nearest approach to hauteur.
about her visitors manner, how
ever, there was nothing like stiffness.
He seemed to regard her with some
what provoking amusement In fact,
Amabel looked pretty and youthful;
she seemed to be playing part.
I have heard Pauline speak OF her
sister, he said, little unceremoni-
ously, but think you were away
when was here before
You wished to see Miss Cathcart,
asked Amabel, in her most distant
tone.
We'll. have come good many
miles for that purpose he returned,
with a smile.
You have heard she is not in Lon
don.'
Unfortunately he said.
4 can give her any message for
you
I fear that will hardly serve he
answered. 4 want to see Pauline per-
sonally.'
But IL she is out or town
I shall be glad If you will give me
her address, said Wray.
Why do you. want-to see herr de-
manded Amabeli.
They were both standing. but Wray
negligently rested his hand ON the
back of chair, looking whimsically
into her eyes.
I wonder whether sisters are usual
ly confidantes, he suggested
I have heard Pauline mention your
NAME. said Amabel
Recently
IT was not very long ago.
Then ! suppose you kpow'
I know she interrupted, how well
advised you were TO leave England
about two years ago.
And to return now, he said, quite
cheerfully.
Not at ALL
Then you did not expect meY he
asked, with an air OF surprise.
Expect youl That was the last
thing in the world
I imagined Mrs. Cathcart would tell
you, said Wray
Amabeps dignity. which she felt
very anxious to maintain. now be-
came merged in astonishment.
7 wrote to her, you know he ad-
ded.
You wrote to my motherp
Certainly
She did not receive your letter. At
least, she did not mention 1t to Paul