"
"If she is that sort of girl," he said decidedly, "she would at
least want to meet and talk with the man who saw the last of her
father. No, there's something else in it, and I think that I ought
to find her. Don't you?"
She hesitated.
"I'm afraid I can't advise you," she said; "only if she has taken
so much pains to remain unknown, I am not sure - I think that if I
were you I would assume that she has good reason for it."
"I can see no good reason," he said, "and there is a mystery behind
it which I fancy would be better cleared up. Some day I will tell
you more about it."
Evidently Ernestine was weary of the subject, for she suddenly
changed it. She led him on to talk of other things. When at last
he glanced at the clock he was horrified to see how long he had
stayed.
"You'll remember, I hope, Miss Wendermott," he said, "that this is
the first afternoon call I've ever paid. I've no idea how long I
ought to have stayed, but certainly not two hours."
"The time has passed quickly," she said, smiling upon him, so that
his momentary discomfort passed away. "I have been very interested
in the stories of your past, Mr. Trent, but do you know I am quite
as much interested, more so even, in your future."
"Tell me what you mean," he asked.
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