hard with
his
melancholy
brown
eyes,
"When will
you find
your fate,
I
wonder?""Never!"
Monsieur
Harmost's
eyebrows
rose.
"Ah," he
said, "you
think! No,
that is
impossible!"
He walked
twice very
quickly up
and down
the room;
then
spinning
round on
his heel,
said
sharply:
"Well, we
must not
waste your
father's
time. To
work."
Winton's
simple
comment in
the cab on
the way
home was:
"Nice old
chap!" At
Bury
Street,
they found
Gyp's
agitated
parlour-maid.
