The secretary’s spectacles regarded her, shining in a very white face.
Mr. Goldstein returned to the charge. “Then the property might still be for sale,” he said argumentatively.
“I think not,” returned Miss Frink. “I have reason to believe that it will be held for—well, it will not be regarded commercially. I am sorry for your disappointment, Mr. Goldstein, and I will bid you good-night.”
“Good-night, then, madam, and I shall hope for a more fruitful meeting some day,” he returned.
Hugh and Millicent were blind to the exit of the three, who moved quickly out of the room.
In that minute Hugh’s heart leaped, for the Queen of Farrandale, who never did anything by halves, drew Millicent away from him and, passing an arm around her, held her close. The girl flushed with pleasure in the loving caress, for the bright old eyes that met hers were blurred.
“Come here, Hugh.” Her free hand drew him. “He is your landlord now, Millicent. I hope he will be a good one.”
The boy threw his arms around the pair, and held them. “I don’t know what to do with you, Aunt Susanna,” he said unsteadily.
“Why, of course, I had to give you an engagement present,” she returned.