He must
look out for something at once now - a country house and estate.
All these things would come as a matter of course.
He opened another gate and passed into an inner plantation of pines
and shrubs which bordered the grounds. A winding path led through
it, and, coming round a bend, he stopped short with a little
exclamation. A girl was standing with her back to him rapidly
sketching upon a little block which she had in her left hand.
"Hullo!" he remarked, "another guest! and who brought you down,
young lady, eh?"
She turned slowly round and looked at him in cold surprise. Trent
knew at once that he had made a mistake. She was plainly dressed
in white linen and a cool muslin blouse, but there was something
about her, unmistakable even to Trent, which placed her very far
apart indeed from any woman likely to have become his unbidden
guest. He knew at once that she was one of that class with whom
he had never had any association. She was the first lady whom he
had ever addressed, and he could have bitten out his tongues when
he remembered the form of his doing so.
"I beg your pardon, miss," he said confusedly, "my mistake! You
see, your back was turned to me."
She nodded and smiled graciously.
"If you are Mr. Scarlett Trent," she said, "it is I who should
apologise, for I am a flagrant trespasser.
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