Virgie was in her chamber, putting her little girl to bed—a service which she enjoyed, for the child always expected a merry frolic and then some “pretty story before the dustman came.”
She heard the bell, and soon after voices in the pretty parlor leading from her chamber, and she wondered who could have chosen such a stormy night to call up her, for she seldom had visitors, even in pleasant weather.
Presently Mina, the Swede, came to her, and said that a gentleman was waiting to see her.
“Who is he? Did he give no name?” Virgie questioned, surprised.
“No, madam. I asked him, and he said there was no need to take his name, for you would know him when you saw him.”
Virgie’s heart beat more quickly at this, and a feeling of dread took possession of her.
Mr. Knight came to see her occasionally, and one or two of his clerks had been there a few times on business, but Mina knew them, so she was sure it was none of these, but someone who must have known her in the past.
She finished the story she was telling little Virgie, made some trifling changes in her toilet, and then went into the parlor.
A gentleman was seated by the table, with his back toward her, and though he had on a heavy overcoat, and his form was considerably bowed, and his hair very gray, there was something familiar about him that sent a sudden shock through Virgie’s frame.
As she went forward to greet him he suddenly arose and turned toward her, bending a pair of piercing black eyes searchingly upon her face.