"
He walked on; a troubled look clouding his face: Suddenly it lifted,
and he stood still, and laughed. "Duffer!" he said. "Oh, what a
conceited duffer! She is thinking of her 'young man.' She is going
to him to-morrow; and her mind is full of him; just as mine is full
of Jane. Dear, good, clever, little Rosemary! I hope he is worthy of
her. No; that he cannot be. I hope he knows he is NOT worthy of her.
That is more to the point. I hope he will receive her as she
expects. Somehow, I hate letting her go to him. Oh, hang the
fellow!--as Tommy would say."
CHAPTER XXXVI
THE REVELATION OF THE ROSARY
Simpson was crossing the hall just before half-past six o'clock. He
had left his master in the library. He heard a rustle just above
him; and, looking up, saw a tall figure descending the wide oak
staircase.
Simpson stood transfixed. The soft black evening-gown, with its
trailing folds, and old lace at the bosom, did not impress him so
much as the quiet look of certainty and power on the calm face above
them.
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