Her manner was that of one lost in thought--the expression of her countenance dreamy, and overcast with a shade of sadness.

How long he had been gazing upon her face, the young man could not have told, so absorbed was he in the feelings her presence had awakened, when turning almost involuntarily his eyes caught the gleam of another pair of eyes that were fixed intently upon him.

So suddenly had he turned, that the individual observing him was left without opportunity to change in any degree the expression of his eyes or countenance.

It was almost malignant.

That individual was Leon Dexter.
In spite of himself, Hendrickson showed confusion, and was unable to return the steady gaze that rested upon him.