XX

The famous Secretary sat at her desk in the well-kept sitting-room. She

sat in the midst of documents and letters; large white sheets of her

Education League writing-paper lay before her, the topmost sheet nearly

filled with her neat chirography. Oblivious to small happenings in the

world without, the Secretary was deep in her distinguished

correspondence. But her desk, as it happened, stood in the window, and

the Secretary, after all, was not so immersed in her affairs but that

she looked out into the Park now and then, sometimes for whole minutes

together. She looked, too, into the quiet street before the house. And

so it was that her eyes, in time, fell upon the familiar figure of

Charles Garrott; striding all at once into her range, turning swiftly in

at her door, vanishing again into her vestibule, scarcely five feet from

where she sat.

Though thus aware that she was about to have a caller, Mary did not at

once spring up to go and welcome him. She sat, entirely motionless, her

permanently questioning gaze fixed on the spot where the caller had

passed from view. The ringing of the bell scarcely seemed to penetrate

her consciousness. But then, in a moment, she dropped her pen quickly,

and rose. Standing, she locked her two hands together before her, very

tight, released them again, passed out into the hall, and opened her

front door.

"Good-afternoon! This is an unexpected pleasure," said she, in her

natural voice, or very near it. "Come in!--or can you?"

Her visitor looked full at her from the vestibule, unsmiling.

"Oh, certainly--if you're not too busy! It's what I am here for. How do

you do to-day?"

"That's nice! You don't often honor us, and--I feared you had merely

stopped to leave that package."

"Ah, yes!--the package! Some things Donald got for you--I suppose you

know? He asked me--"

"Oh! I'm afraid that was very much of an imposition--and I was really in

no hurry for them at all."

She thanked him, relieved him of the pretextual box, laid it on the hall

table, and, with inevitable but extreme infelicity, continued:--

"You saw Donald to-day, then?"

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