She opened the door very gently.
“So different, so different from the rest!” she sighed, and noiselessly went her way.
CHAPTER VIII.
Although the sound of the closing door was hardly perceptible, it was enough to wake Gethryn.
“Elise!” he called, starting up, “Elise!”
But the girl was beyond earshot.
“And she went away without her money, too; I’ll drop around tomorrow and leave it; she may need it,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes and staring at the door.
It was dinner time, and past, but he had little appetite.
“I’ll just have something here,” he said to himself, and catching up his hat ran down stairs. In twenty minutes he was back with eggs, butter, bread, a paté, a bottle of wine and a can of sardines. The spirit lamp was lighted and the table deftly spread.
“I’ll have a cup of tea, too,” he thought, shaking the blue tea canister, and then, touching a match to the well-filled grate, soon had the kettle fizzling and spluttering merrily.