"It is very difficult to surprise me with anything," said Harrington, drawing nearer to the door, through which he saw glimpses of orange-colored drapery disappearing into an inner room.
"You must not say that, for I had expected some surprise at the view from this particular point," she answered, evidently wishing to detain him on the door step.
"Yes, it is very fine; but you will find the wind rather keen. Allow me."
Harrington pushed the door wide open, and Agnes was obliged to pass into the apartment beyond. She seemed relieved to find it empty, and when her guest looked toward the opposite door, observed; "I am in disgrace, you see, mammy has shut herself up."
"And yet I have some desire to see her, if it were only to excuse the fright we gave her last night, by allowing you to enter without knocking."
"Oh, she did not mind it in the least. It was nothing, I assure you."
"Still I would like to speak with her."
Agnes grew pale about the lips, a sign of emotion that did not escape her guest; but it passed off in an instant, and she was slowly approaching the inner door, when it opened, and the object of their conversation presented herself.