And what must be the nature of a mystery attaching to a handsome man, unmarried, and evidently no stranger to the gentler sex?
Of course there must be a woman in it! Her eyes glowed with azure fire.
"You have some acquaintances in California, I suppose ?" she said, with an air of laborious indifference.
"Well,--yes; I believe I have," Freeman admitted.
"Have they lived there long ?" "No; not over a few months.

I accidentally heard from a person in Panama.

I dropped a line to say I might turn up." "She----you haven't had time to get an answer, then ?" Freeman inhaled a deep breath through his cigarette, tilted his head back, and allowed the smoke to escape slowly through his nostrils.

In this manner, familiar to his deep-designing sex, he concealed a smile.
Grace was, in some respects, as transparent as she was subtle.

So long as the matter in hand did not touch her emotions, she had no difficulty in maintaining a deceptive surface; but emotion she could not disguise, though she was probably not aware of the fact; for emotion has a tendency to shut one's own eyes and open what they can no longer see in one's self to the gaze of outsiders.
"No," he said, when he had recovered his composure.