Chapter Nineteen.
A Double Excitement.
He wore a dark suit, and carried a silk hat in his hand. The conventional dress made a great difference in his appearance; it always does when one is accustomed to see a man in the easy, becoming garb of the country. He looked older, more imposing; in the dim light it seemed to me that he was thinner too, had lost some of his deep tan.
I rose from my chair and bowed. He bowed too, and said:—
“Miss Harding, I believe?”
Long might he believe it! I waved him to a chair, and said suavely, “Pray sit down.”
“I—er—I called to ask if you would be kind enough to give me Miss Wastneys’ address. I believe her letters are sent to this address.”
“May I ask who gave you that information?”
“I’m sorry; but I’m not at liberty to say. It was a discovery which has given me considerable difficulty to make.”