5/43 But there's no harm in seeing if he has learnt to behave himself.' Everard Barfoot received an invitation to dine. It was promptly accepted, and on the evening of the appointment he arrived at half-past seven. His cousin sat alone in the drawing-room. At his entrance she regarded him with keen but friendly scrutiny. His hair was the richest tone of chestnut; his moustache and beard--the latter peaking slightly forward--inclined to redness. |