Chapter XIII

“Let her in!” he whispered, and stepped back into the parlour. Fortunately October had turned the lamp low and light was restored. Georgina was alone: he saw this when her tall figure was silhouetted against the open doorway. “Come in, Elfrida,” he said, and stepped aside to let her pass. In her white-gloved hands she carried a pair of lorgnettes. She raised them and favoured October with a long and steady scrutiny, and such was the girl’s disposition and balance that she grew neither angry nor embarrassed under th…