"But he seems to be," said the shrewd Angela, looking at Morgan Pell with his wily countenance.
"Oh, these New York fellers!" Hardy deprecated. "You never can tell!"
Gilbert rose.
"Finished?" asked Pell.
"Quite." And young Jones handed him the option on the property.
CHAPTER VII
WHEREIN LUCIA SEES TREACHERY BREWING, PELL PROVES HIMSELF A BRUTE, AND AN UNEXPECTED GUEST APPEARS
When Lucia saw Gilbert pass the paper to her husband, she thought she could not stand it. It was not her concern; and yet it was. Vitally, whatever affected young Jones affected her. She could not see him tricked, duped. And she knew that he was being played with, made a fool of. Some ulterior motive lay beneath this seeming generosity. She tried to control herself; but suddenly she found herself speaking.