He looked at her a moment and wondered why he had never before seen her striking beauty. A tall figure with exquisite sylph like lines, a serene and perfectly moulded face with straight, thoughtful brows shadowing the tenderest gray-blue eyes, and a crown of luxuriant auburn blonde hair.
He caught at once the sincere sympathy of her mood, as he pressed her hand.
“I never saw you so beautiful, Miss Susie, or your face so sweet and restful.”
She blushed and looked out the window.
“I can’t tell you how I thank you for coming. I think we must have been brother and sister in some other world before this.”
The corners of the girl’s lips twitched and she turned her tender eyes full on John’s.
“You are in love with Stella?”
“Yes.”
“And she has rejected you?”
“No, we have quarrelled and she refuses to see me or read my letters.”