The Professor's House
soon after them the English scholar, Sir Edgar
Spilling, so anxious to do the usual thing in America
that he wore a morning street suit. He was a
gaunt, rugged, large-boned man of fifty, with long
legs and arms, a pear-shaped face, and a drooping,
pre-war moustache. His specialty was Spanish history, and he had come all the way to Hamilton,
from his cousin's place in Saskatchewan, to enquire
about some of Doctor St. Peter's "sources."
Introductions over, it was the Professor's son-in-law, Louie Marsellus, who took Sir Edgar in hand. He remembered having met in China a Walter Spilling, who was, it turned out, a brother of Sir Edgar. Marsellus had also a brother there, engaged in the silk trade. They exchanged opinions on conditions in the Orient, while young McGregor put on his horn-rimmed spectacles and roamed restlessly up and down the library. The two daughters sat near their mother, listening to the talk about China.
Mrs. St. Peter was very fair, pink and gold,—a pale gold, now that she was becoming a little grey. The tints of her face and hair and lashes were so soft that one did not realize, on first meeting her, how very definitely and decidedly her features were cut, under the smiling infusion of colour. When she was annoyed or tired, the lines became severe. Rosamond, the elder daughter, resembled her mother in feature, though her face was heavier.
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