"In the afternoon, nurse; it will be drier then; it is
really too damp this morning."
Parting from him with fifty kisses, she went down to her comfortable and
handsome carriage, her husband placing her in.
"I wish you were coming with me, Philip! But, you see, it is only ladies
to-day. Six of us."
Philip Hamlyn laughed. "I don't wish it at all," he answered; "they
would be fighting for me. Besides, I must take old Pratt his
prescription. Only picture his storm of anger if I did not."
Mrs. Hamlyn was not back until just before dinner: her husband, she
heard, had been out all day, and was not yet in. Waiting for him in the
drawing-room listlessly enough, she walked to the window to look out.
And there she saw with a sort of shock the same woman standing in the
same place as the previous evening. Not once all day long had she
thought of her.
"This is a strange thing!" she exclaimed. "I am _sure_ it is this house
that she is watching."
On the impulse of the moment she rang the bell and called the man who
answered it to the window. He was a faithful, attached servant, had
lived with them ever since they were married, and previously to that in
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