At what point more remote within the poles
was he likely to show himself with a personal request?
"I have nothing to ask for myself," he went on, with concentration
almost harsh. "I am here to see if you will consent to speak with me
about a matter which threatens your--your community--about your possible
loss of Miss Filbert."
Mrs. Sand looked blank. "The Captain isn't leavin' us, as far as I
know," she said.
"Oh--is it possible that you are not aware that--that very strong
efforts are being made to induce her to do so?"
Mrs. Sand looked about her as if she expected to find an explanation
lying somewhere near her chair. Light came to her suddenly and brought
her a conscious smile; it only lacked force to be a giggle. She glanced
at her lap as she smiled; her air was deprecating and off-putting, as if
she had detected in what Arnold said some suggestion of a gallant nature
aimed at herself. Happily, he was not looking.
"You mean Mr. Lindsay," she exclaimed, twisting her wedding-ring and its
coral guard.
"I hope--I beg--that you will not think me meddlesome or impertinent. I
have the matter very much at heart. It seems to lie in my path. I must
see it.
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