The girl leaned forward, and was again about to embrace her hostess with fervent arms, but suddenly paused to exclaim, "I think I hear wheels!"
She ran to one of the open windows. "Who drives a black buggy,—no, a white horse with a long tail?"
"Agapit LeNoir," said Rose, coming to stand beside her.
"Oh, how is he? I hate to see him. I used to be so rude, but I suppose he has forgiven me. Mrs. Nimmo says he is very good, still I do not think Mr. Nimmo cares much for him."
Rose sighed. That was the one stain on the character of the otherwise perfect Vesper. He had never forgiven Agapit for striking him.
"Why he looks quite smart," Bidiane rattled on. "Does he get on well with his law practice?"
"Very well; but he works hard—too hard. This horse is his only luxury."
"I detest white horses. Why didn't he get a dark one?"
"I think this one was cheaper."