CHAPTER II—“I’M HALF SICK OF SHADOWS”
The strange man was rather amused as he climbed the stairs, but he showed no amusement when he entered.
Jehane laid aside her book leisurely and rose from her chair; he was even better to look at than she had expected. It was his clothes that impressed her first; the gray tweeds fitted his athletic figure with just that maximum of good taste that stops short of perfection. Then it was his face, clean-shaven and intellectual—the face of a boyish man, mobile and keen in expression. She liked the way he did his dark brown hair, almost as dark as hers, swept straight back without a parting from his forehead. His eyes were kindly, piercing and blue-gray; for a man he had exceptionally long, thin hands. She liked him entirely; she wondered whether he was equally well impressed.
“So thoughtless of father—he’s out. Is there anything I can do for you?”
Jehane was tall, but she only reached up to his shoulders. His eyes looked down on hers and twinkled into a smile at her nervous gravity.
“We all know the Professor; there’s no need to apologize. Please don’t stand.”
She was about to comply with his request, when she realized that she no longer held his attention. He was staring past her. She turned her head.
“Oh, allow me to introduce you, Mr. Barrington, to my friend, Miss Tudor.”