"Those two," whispered Miss Emmeline, "are the most idyllic figures
I have ever seen." I think she sighed as she said it. "Youth is the
most beautiful thing in the world," she added.
The Westmacotes, weary after a long journey, retired early. Mr.
Jelnik and Doctor Geddes had gone off together. The secretary had to
finish a chapter. The Author lingered to ask, oddly enough, if I had
the original plan of Hynds House. Did I know who designed it?
"Why don't you interview Judge Gatchell?"
"I did. He was polite and friendly enough, but knows no more than
is strictly legal. He told me he found Hynds House here when he
arrived and expected to leave it here when he departed. And Geddes
knows no more. Geddes isn't interested in Hynds House by itself,"
finished The Author, with a crooked smile.
"Perhaps Mr. Jelnik may have some family papers."
"Perhaps he may. I'd give something for a whack at those papers,
Miss Smith."
"Why not ask him to let you see them, then?"
"Tut, tut!" said The Author, crossly, and took himself off.
When I was kimonoed, braided, and slippered, Alicia in like raiment
came in from her room next to mine, sat down on the floor, and
leaned her head against my knees, with her cheek against my hand.
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