"What
can my daughter Barbara know about him?"
The Adventuress snifed. "Humph!" she said. "She knows, all
right. And I'd like to see her in a hurry, if she is in the
house."
"Certainly she is in the house," said mother.
"_Are you sure of that_? Because I have every reason to
beleive she has run away with him. She has been hanging around
him all week, and only yesterday afternoon I found them
together. She had some sort of a Skeme, he said afterwards, and
he wrinkled a coat under his mattress last night. He said it was
to look as if he had slept in it. I know nothing further of your
daughter's Skeme. But I know he went out to meet her. He has not
been seen since. His manager has hunted for to hours."
"Just a moment," said mother, in a fridgid tone. "Am I to
understand that this--this Mr. Egleston is----"
"He is my Husband."
Ah, dear Dairy, that I might then and there have passed
away. But I did not. I stood there, with my heart crushed, until
I felt strong enough to escape. Then I fled, like a Gilty Soul.
It was gastly.
On the doorstep I met Jane.
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