A faint line, as of pain, appeared between them.

In this room Braden Thorpe had been coddled and scolded, in this room he had romped and studied--She opened her eyes quickly.
"Murray," she said, in a low voice; "you are quite sure that Mr.Braden is--is out ?" The old butler straightened up from his task, his hand going to his back as if to keep it from creaking.

"Yes, Miss Tresslyn, quite sure." He hesitated for a moment.

"I think he said that he intended to give himself the pleasure of a call--ahem! I beg pardon.

Yes, he is quite out--I should say, I'm quite sure he is out." He was confused, a most unheard of thing in Murray.
"But he will return--soon ?" She took a step or two nearer the door, possessed of a sudden impulse to run,--to run swiftly away.
"I think not, miss," said he.