Out of Melchard's sight, he examined the handkerchief—a lady's, marked with the embroidered initials A.C., and it struck him, once more with a sense of unreason, not only that the beastly dentist had discovered that these letters did not stand for Araminta Bunce, but that he knew the names which they were here intended to represent.
CHAPTER XIX.
SAPPHIRE AND EMERALD.
"What is it?" asked Amaryllis, as Dick turned to a shout, waving his hand.
"I don't want to know what he wants, so I take his antics for good byes. Come on—let's get into the thick of this lot."
"Was he suspicious?" she asked, when a bend in the road had hidden "The Royal George" and even the village green.
"Melchard? Yes—on general principles. No more than that—unless——"
"There's that cut on your cheek, Dick," said Amaryllis.
"And there's the colour of your hair, la-ass," he answered, laughing.