A remembrance of the impression came to her now
as she studied his face, upon which imperceptibly and yet
relentlessly his vice was setting its mark--in the dull
restlessness of eye, the unhealthy sallowness of skin.
Some shred of her thought, some suggestion of the comparison
running through her mind, must have shown in her face, for
Chilcote altered his position with a touch of uneasiness. He
glanced away across the long sweep of tan-covered drive
stretching between the trees; then he glanced furtively back.
"By-the-way," he said, quickly, "you wanted me for something?"
The memory of her earlier suggestion came as a sudden boon.
She lifted her muff again and smelled her roses thoughtfully.
"Oh, it was nothing, really," she said. "You sarcastic people
give very shrewd suggestions sometimes, and I've been rather
wanting a suggestion on an--an adventure that I've had." She
looked down at her flowers with a charmingly attentive air.
But Chilcote's restlessness had increased. Looking up, she
suddenly caught the expression, and her own face changed.
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