"
He stopped for a moment, and then added with decision, "I can't believe
it; it isn't like her."
Mrs. P. was piqued. She walked away, delivering, however, this Parthian
arrow: "Well, I hope 'TAINT NOTHING WORSE."
Thatcher chuckled, then felt uneasy. When he next met Carmen, she found
his grey eyes fixed on hers with a curious, half-inquisitorial look she
had never noticed before. This only added fuel to the fire. Forgetting
their relations of host and guest, she was absolutely rude. Thatcher was
quiet but watchful; got the Plodgitt to bed early, and, under cover of
showing a moonlight view of the "Lost Chance Mill," decoyed Carmen out
of ear-shot, as far as the dismantled furnace.
"What is the matter, Miss De Haro; have I offended you?"
Miss Carmen was not aware that anything was the matter. If Don Royal
preferred old friends, whose loyalty of course he knew, and who were
above speaking ill against a gentleman in his adversity--(oh, Carmen!
fie!) if he preferred THEIR company to LATER FRIENDS--why--(the
masculine reader will observe this tremendous climax and tremble)--why
she didn't know why HE should blame HER.
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