“This is Mr. John Temple,” she said, “and is exactly like what he was when—he resided here; but he looks rather older now.”
“He is certainly good-looking,” answered Webster, slowly, looking steadily at the face portrayed before him.
“There is no doubt of that, and he has a very pleasant manner, and one can not wonder at his young wife being so much attached to him. There is only one thing I do not like; that I can not approve of.”
“You mean that the marriage was a secret one?”
“Yes, and he made such a point of the secrecy. He said for both their sakes it must not be mentioned.”
“Perhaps he had good reason to keep it quiet,” said Ralph Webster.
“Oh! my dear, I hope not! Only he is afraid of his uncle’s anger, I suppose.”
“Perhaps so,” and then Ralph Webster shook hands with his aunt and went away; but as he walked down the quiet street he made up his mind to make further inquiries about Miss Kathleen Weir’s husband.