"Ah, that," said Raimonda, after a pause,--"that is another
question. If it were my sister, or any one dear to me--but"--he
shrugged--"views on that matter differ."
"I hardly think that yours and mine differ, senior. I thank you
for bearing with me with so much patience."
He went out with his suspicions hardened into certainty.
VII
"THAT WHICH THY SERVANT IS--"
A man that you'd call your friend. Such had been Fitzhugh
Carroll's reference to the Unspeakable Perk. With that
characterization in her mind. Miss Brewster let herself drift,
after her suitor had left her, into a dreamy consideration of the
hermit's attitude toward her. She was not prone lightly to employ
the terms of friendship, yet this new and casual acquaintance had
shown a readiness to serve--not as cavalier, but as friend--none
too common in the experience of the much-courted and a little
spoiled beauty. Being, indeed, a "lady nowise bitter to those who
served her with good intent," she reflected, with a kindly light
in her eyes, that it was all part and parcel of the beetle's man's
amiable queerness.
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