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“I told a little story in there. It was out of consideration for the feelings of your young man. I didn’t come to see Mortimer. I came to see you.”

There was no denying the fact that Letitia looked pleased. She tried to hide her satisfaction under an air of curiosity.

“What did you come to see me for?” she asked.

“To take a walk. It’s too fine to stay indoors talking to Tod McCormick. Go up-stairs and put on your hat, and let’s take a pasear.”

Letitia needed no urging. She rarely went out alone with Gault, and the prospect of a walk in his society was very attractive.

She was absent some time. When she reappeared the cause of her delay was evident. She had changed her dress, and now, in a checked silk of black and white, and trimmed with a wonderful arrangement of black gauze and ribbon, she looked her best. A large black hat with a brim shaded the upper part of her face. In the back it was trimmed with some green flowers which made a delightful harmony with her copper-colored hair. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and as she entered the room, conscious, perhaps, of her beauty and her vanity in thus decking it, her eyes sought his, asking for admiration.