Kitty’s humor had changed; she was now eager to see the doll’s splendid clothes taken off and put on again. “Come and look at it,” she said to Sydney; “I want you to enjoy my birthday as much as I do.” Left by himself, Randal got rid of the parasol by putting it on a table near the door. Mrs. Presty beckoned to him to join her at the further end of the room.
“I want you to do me a favor,” she began.
Glancing at Linley before she proceeded, Mrs. Presty took up a newspaper, and affected to be consulting Randal’s opinion on a passage which had attracted her attention. “Your brother is looking our way,” she whispered: “he mustn’t suspect that there is a secret between us.”
False pretenses of any kind invariably irritated Randal. “What do you want me to do?” he asked sharply.
The reply only increased his perplexity.
“Observe Miss Westerfield and your brother. Look at them now.”
Randal obeyed.
“What is there to look at?” he inquired.
“Can’t you see?”
“I see they are talking to each other.”