He was wearing a beautifully shining
top-hat and his stiff white collar gleamed. Yes, he was glad to see
her and he said so. He remembered her name. "Miss Cardinal," he
called her. How had she been? What had she been doing? Had she seen
Mrs. Mark? He was staying with his sister at Brown's Hotel in
Somewhere--she didn't catch the name of the street. His sister would
be so glad if she would come and see them one day. Would she come?
He wouldn't tie her down, but she had only to write and say she was
coming . . .
He took her hand and held it for a moment and looked in her eyes
with the kindliest friendliest regard. He was glad to have seen her.
He should tell his sister . . .
He was gone and Maggie really could not be sure what she had said.
Something very silly she could be certain. Stupid the pleasure that
his few words had given her, but she felt once again, as she had
felt in Katherine Mark's drawing-room, the contact with that other
world, that safe, happy, comfortable, assured world in which
everything was exactly what it seemed. She was glad that he liked
her and that his sister liked her.
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