After supper Mrs. Le Breton left Thomas Alvin to himself and went to look at Eweretta. She discovered that the girl was asleep upon her bed, fully dressed. She imagined that Thomas Alvin had left the door of the room unlocked.
Eweretta was apparently dreaming a pleasant dream, for a smile played about her lips.
So pale was she, that she looked like a waxen figure more than a living girl.
Mrs. Le Breton stooped the candle over her, and looked earnestly at her. Then her mouth quivered; tears chased each other down her cheeks.
She was so like Aimée!
The old dead womanliness woke in her at that moment, and with an irresistible impulse she leaned over and softly kissed the pale face.
CHAPTER IX
PHYLLIS THROWS A BOMB
Philip Barrimore, in a penitent mood regarding grieving his sweet mother by going from under her roof, also regarding his irritability towards his good uncle, laid himself out to follow their wishes in the last days before he finally installed himself with his man Davis at the bungalow. August had come in, and the weather being ideal, there had been little excursions to places of interest round Hastings—a form of amusement dear to the heart of Mrs. Barrimore.
Colonel Lane and Phyllis had sometimes been with them, as well as Dan Webster, who had arrived.
Philip had put aside his work entirely, knowing that he would soon be without interruptions, and he was a little annoyed with himself that he was rather enjoying this sacrifice of time.