“Yes, I think she is about attracting the attention of gentlemen; although, with her drooping eyes and unconscious manner, one less versed in the ways of the world would say she was the impersonation of modesty.”
“I hate such prudish airs, and I do not think there will be any harm in watching her.”
Since Adrian Dredmond’s evident attraction toward her on the night of the opera, she had resolved that Brownie Douglas and she should not live long in the same house.
With these thoughts continually in her mind, she had kept up a constant espionage upon the governess’ actions, and to-day, when she saw her leave the house, equipped for a long walk, she concluded that the right time had come to carry out certain plans which she had formed.
Watching her opportunity, when no one was about, she slipped quietly into Miss Douglas’ room, and locked the door after her.
She had never deigned to enter there before, and she was now surprised to find how tastefully everything was arranged.
She noticed the few choice pictures upon the walls, and here and there an exquisite little statuette or article of bronze—those relics of Brownie’s beautiful home in Philadelphia, which she dearly loved.
She went to her dressing-case, and was surprised at the elegance of her toilet appurtenances. She had none so rich!
One little thing in particular struck her.
It was an exquisite case of Russia leather, with the initials “E. H.” engraven in gilt upon its handle.