By the sharp slamming of the back-door he was reminded of a remissness: he had neglected the douceur!
Chapter Sixty Three.
“It is sweet—so sweet.”
Transported in his cab, Captain Maynard was set down safely at his lodgings in the proximity of Portman Square.
A latch-key let him in, without causing disturbance to his landlady.
Though once more in his own rooms, with a couch that seemed to invite him to slumber, he could not sleep. All night long he lay tossing upon it, thinking of Blanche Vernon.
The distraction, caused by his encounter with Julia Girdwood, had lasted no longer than while this lady was by his side in the railway carriage.
At the moment of her disappearance from the platform, back into his thoughts came the baronet’s daughter—back before his mental vision the remembrance of her roseate cheeks and golden hair.