But then," with a shrug, "anything is better than a constant
reminder of that Christie Place affair."
He nodded understandingly.
"I suppose it _is_ very distressing." He frowned gloomily at the tips
of his shoes and she could see that he bit his lip with vexation.
After a moment or two, he said: "It's very strange; but I was quite
sure I saw you last night."
"Yes?" Her tone was one of careless interest.
"However," he went on, "I had but a glimpse of the lady; and could
easily have been mistaken." He wore a baffled look, but smiled as he
got up. "And," said he, "my visit of this morning was based upon the
sight I fancied I had of you last night."
She laughed amusedly.
"It was something interesting," she said. "Please tell me about--but,
no, no," hastily. "If it has anything to do with the Hume case, I'd
rather not hear it."
She had pressed the bell call for the footman, when he said:
"Mr. Morris still keeps himself well concealed, I note."
Like a tigress leaping to defend her young, she met the accusation.
"Mr. Morris has done no wrong," she declared, spiritedly. "And there
is no need of his concealing himself."
"Of course I will not say as to that." His voice was soothing and low.
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