"And make 'em believe I AM an outsider.
What's the use of living ?" All seemed lost when a trim young man appeared, striding out of a cross-street not far before her, and, turning at the corner, came toward her.

Visibly, he slackened his gait to lengthen the time of his approach, and, as he was a stranger to her, no motive could be ascribed to him other than a wish to have a longer time to look at her.
She lifted a pretty hand to a pin at her throat, bit her lip--not with the smile, but mysteriously--and at the last instant before her shadow touched the stranger, let her eyes gravely meet his.

A moment later, having arrived before the house which was her destination, she halted at the entrance to a driveway leading through fine lawns to the intentionally important mansion.

It was a pleasant and impressive place to be seen entering, but Alice did not enter at once.

She paused, examining a tiny bit of mortar which the masons had forgotten to scrape from a brick in one of the massive gate-posts.