They rode on, parting at the gate of Hawk’s Nest.
“Come in to-night, won’t you?” called Alvin as he rode off.
“Thank you, I will,” Philip called back.
CHAPTER XLVI
THE MYSTERY OF THE LITTLE WOOD REVEALED AT LAST
Was it an accident that when Philip presented himself at the White House Miss Le Breton should be alone to receive him? If so, it was a pretty lucky accident, thought the young man.
Eweretta was sitting idly by the bright wood fire, her slim hands folded in her lap.
A strange tremor ran through Philip as she rose to meet him.
He knew that she must have felt his hand tremble when he took hers.
He began to babble strange words.
“Forgive me, Miss Le Breton!” he stammered. “I am not myself. Oh! you will scarcely think me sane when I tell you that for the moment I thought you were Eweretta.”