sight of the visitor.

She told her aunt afterwards that she would have known him
anywhere for Mr. Mark's brother, but she would have said that in
any event. Actually she was surprised. Dapper little Mark, with
his neat pointed beard and his carefully curled moustache; with
his quick-darting eyes, always moving from one to the other of
any company he was in, to register one more smile to his credit
when he had said a good thing, one more expectant look when he
was only waiting his turn to say it; he was a very different man
from this rough-looking, ill-dressed colonial, staring at her so
loweringly.

"I want to see Mr. Mark Ablett," he growled. It sounded almost
like a threat.

Audrey recovered herself and smiled reassuringly at him. She had
a smile for everybody.

"Yes, sir. He is expecting you, if you will come this way."

"Oh! So you know who I am, eh?"

"Mr. Robert Ablett?"

"Ay, that's right. So he's expecting me, eh? He'll be glad to
see me, eh?"

"If you will come this way, sir," said Audrey primly.