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Show ~ . . '. -~ ~~~ ·' --?'1 hat at dinn~r. To-mght she wore the ;:;:'<2- , ··~ :·-. _~same hat w1th a black dress, that was 1~_: · · · ~L;:~~ evident_ly a day dress. As the Spaht j ~-~·very slightly bowed to her, as to a ' ~- ~ "' stranger, he wondered whether this " ··~~change was caused by any motive, or emotion, discoverable by him. Now and then he glanced at her while she ate, trying to read her face. He thought it looked colder, harder than usual, even a little older. But that might be a fancy caused by his knowledge of what had happened to her that day. She did not stay till the end of dinner. After the first course of meat she got up quietly and went out. He heard her dress rustling as she ascended the stairs. He lingered a long while at his table, taking his coffee there instead of outside under the veranda. 'Ji'he French painter and his wife disappeared, and he was left alone. He wondered what Lady Wyvernc was •o8 doing, whether she had shut herself up in her room, had gone to bed, whether she would be out on the veranda. Surely she would give him a chance of speaking with her. If not, he meant to make one for himself. He waited till the household and the servants were safely at supper. Then he strolled out to the little court, and went to the place where he had stood on the evening of the Wyvernes' arrival, by the fence under the Judas-trees. He did not look up immediately, but took out \ the silver box and carefully rolled a cigarette. When he had put it between his lips and lit it, he glanced at the veranda. She was not there, but he saw the ; ..... ._gleam of light in her room, the win-dow of which was open. And presently he saw her figure, like a black . -=-= shadow, passing to and fro in the lit ' ~space. What was she doing? Pack- |