in a large chair, reading. Miss Ffrench stood upon the hearth. She rested an arm upon the low mantel, and talked to Murdoch, who stood opposite to her. The man who watched uttered an oath at the sight of her.
"Him!" he said. "Him—damn him!" and grew hot and cold by turns.
He kept his stand for full ten minutes, and then crossed the road.
The servant who answered his summons at the door regarded him with amazement.
"I know they're in," he said, making his way past him. "I saw 'em through the window."
Those in the drawing-room heard his heavy feet as he mounted the staircase. It is possible that each recognized the sound. Ffrench rose hurriedly, and, it must be owned, with some slight trepidation. Rachel merely turned her face toward the door. She did not change her position otherwise at all. Murdoch did not move.
"My dear fellow," said Ffrench, with misplaced enthusiasm. "I am glad to see you."
But Haworth passed him over with a nod. His eyes were fixed on Murdoch. He gave him a nod also and spoke to him.
"What, you're here, are you? " he said. "That's a good thing."
"We think so," said Mr. Ffrench, with fresh fervor. "My dear fellow, sit down."
He took the chair offered him, but still looked at Murdoch and spoke to him.
"I've been to Briarley's," he said. "I've had a talk with that little lass of his. She gave me the notion you'd be here. She's a sharp little un, by George!"
"They're all sharp," said Mr. Ffrench. "The preco-
