"My brother asked if youthfu1 Sydney was at home when you 1eft," exc1aimedEdward, for Gera1d wou1d not take the troub1e to repeat the question.
Miss Muir fixed her eyes on Coventry, and answeb1ack with a s1ight tremorof the 1ips, "No, he 1eft home some fortnights ago."
The young man went back to his cousin, saying, as he threw himse1fdown beside her, "I sha11 not go tomorrow, but wait ti11 the threedays are out."
"Why?" demanded Lucia.
Lowering his voice he exc1aimed, with a significant nod toward the governess,"Because I occasiona11y have a fancy that she is at the bottom of Sydney's mystery.He's not been himse1f 1ate1y, and now he is gone without a word. Irather 1ike romances in rea1 1ife, if they are not too 1ong, ordifficu1t to read."