Vane of the Timberlands by Harold Bindloss
page 160 of 389 (41%)
page 160 of 389 (41%)
![]() | ![]() |
|
understand what kind of man he is."
Nairn made a sign of concurrence. "It's no the first time I've been enlightened upon the point." Shortly after they had disappeared, Miss Horsfield came out of another door, and Vane rose when she approached him. He had always found her a pleasant companion. "Mrs. Nairn told me I would find you and the others on the veranda," she informed him. "She said she would join you presently. It is too fine an evening to stay in." "I'm alone, as you see. Nairn and Carroll have just deserted me: but I can't complain. What pleases me most about this house is that you can do what you like in it, and--within limits--the same thing applies to this city." Jessy laughed as she sank gracefully into the chair he drew forward. She was, as a rule, deliberate in her movements, and her pose was usually an effective one. "Yes," she replied; "I think that would please you. But how long have you been back?" "A fortnight, yesterday." There was a hint of reproach in Jessy's glance. |
|