"And her ladyship—his wife?"
"We have no picture of Lady Kingsland as yet."
Mr. Parmalee's inscrutable face told nothing—whether he was disappointed or not. He followed Miss Silver all over the house, saw everything worth seeing, and took the "hull concern," as he expressed it, as a matter of course.
"Should like to come again," said Mr. Parmalee. "A fellow couldn't see all that's worth seeing round here in less than a month. Might I step up again to-morrow, Miss Silver?"
Miss Silver shook her head.
"I'm afraid not. Thursday is visitors' day, and I dare not infringe the rules. You may come every Thursday while you stay, and meantime the gardeners will show you over the grounds whenever you desire. How long do you remain, Mr. Parmalee?"
"That's oncertain," replied the artist, cautiously. "Perhaps not long, perhaps longer. I'm much obliged to you, miss, for all the bother I've made you."
"Not at all," said Sybilla, politely. "I shall be happy at any time to give you any information in my power."
"Thanky. Good-evening."
The tall American swung off with long strides. The young lady watched him out of sight.