"Quite alone; her father thinks her visiting a friend."
"But you left the city yesterday."
"And not with her?"
"She came down alone—so did I."
"But directly after—ha!"
Jameson smiled, that same crafty smile that had curled his lips even when they rested upon the forehead of Florence Hurst.
"And did she sanction this. By heavens! I would not have believed it—so proud, so sensitive!"
"No, no, Byrne, to do Florence justice, she supposes that I came down this morning; but the old house is large, and it was easy enough for me to find a nook to sleep in, without her knowledge."
"But what object have you in this?"