He is looking upon a picture perhaps fairer, perhaps less fair,
as circumstances may suggest, but depend upon it, he is lost to all
outward surroundings."
The words had no sooner escaped Jennie Montgomery's lips than she
regretted them, but happily her remarks did not take deep root in
the minds of her girl companions.
The many little tidbits of girlish gossip and jokes were followed by
merry laughter until the heavy stroke of the old clock of the
household suggested that if they wished a good day's sport they must
first have refreshing sleep, and soon all was still within the
quaint sleeping-rooms, wherein the merry maidens dreamt their
girlhood dreams. But in the snowy white chamber hitherto described
in a preceding chapter there were subdued sounds which betrayed the
disturbed state of the occupant.
Phillip Lawson's couch was yet bedecked in its snowy draperies and
its perfect folds showed that no hand had marred its effect by
actual contact.
The heavy hunting-case watch lying upon the dressing-case pointed to
the wee small hours. Yet it mattered not. The song was ringing in
the young man's ears. Ever and anon the beautiful refrain sounded
through the quiet room with increasing volume.
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