“I beg your pardon,” said he. “It seems an absurd question to ask, but the fact is that I don’t know her by any other name: Is there any young lady here that is called Maisie?”
“I am Maisie,” was the answer from the depths of a great sun-hat.
“I ought to introduce myself,” he said, as the horse capered in the blinding white dust. “My name is Torpenhow. Dick Heldar is my best friend, and—and—the fact is that he has gone blind.”
“Blind!” said Maisie, stupidly. “He can’t be blind.”
“He has been stone-blind for nearly two months.”
Maisie lifted up her face, and it was pearly white. “No! No! Not blind! I won’t have him blind!”
“Would you care to see for yourself?” said Torpenhow.
“Now,—at once?”
“Oh, no! The Paris train doesn’t go through this place till to-night. There will be ample time.”
“Did Mr. Heldar send you to me?”