Tell me, do I not read
aright?"
I wonder, thought the girl, is that why those two others both hurried
from the room? Does everyone feel ashamed of the littleness that is
in them when looked at by those clear, believing eyes of yours?
The idea occurred to her: "Papa seemed to have a good deal to say to
you during dinner. Tell me, what were you talking about?"
"The military looking gentleman upon my left? We talked about your
mother principally."
"I am sorry," returned the girl, wishful now she had not asked the
question. "I was hoping he might have chosen another topic for the
first evening!"
"He did try one or two," admitted the stranger; "but I have been about
the world so little, I was glad when he talked to me about himself. I
feel we shall be friends. He spoke so nicely, too, about Mrs.
Devine."
"Indeed," commented the girl.
"He told me he had been married for twenty years and had never
regretted it but once!"
Her black eyes flashed upon him, but meeting his, the suspicion died
from them. She turned aside to hide her smile.
"So he regretted it--once."
"Only once," explained the stranger, "in a passing irritable mood. It
was so frank of him to admit it. He told me--I think he has taken a
liking to me. Indeed he hinted as much. He said he did not often get
an opportnnity of talking to a man like myself--he told me that he and
your mother, when they travel together, are always mistaken for a
honeymoon couple.
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