Jacquelina was perhaps the very least enchanted of all his hearers--she
was, in fact, an exception, and found the discourse so entirely
uninteresting that it was with difficulty she could refrain from yawning
in the face of the orator. Mrs. Waugh also, perhaps, was but half
mesmerized, for her eyes would cautiously wander from the lecturer's
pulpit to the side window on her right hand. At length she stooped and
whispered to Jacquelina:
"Child, be cautious; Dr. Grimshaw is on the ground--I have seen his face
rise up to that lower pane of glass at the corner of that window,
several times. He must be crouched down on the outside."
Jacquelina gave a little start of surprise--her face underwent many
phases of expression; she glanced furtively at the indicated window, and
there she saw a pale, wild face gleam for an instant against the glass,
and then drop. She nodded her head quickly, muttering:
"Oh, I'll pay him!"
"Don't child! don't do anything imprudent, for gracious' sake! That man
is crazy--any one can see he is!"
"Oh, aunty, I'll be sure to pay him! He shan't be in my debt much
longer. Soft, aunty! Don't look toward the window again! Don't let him
perceive that we see him or suspect him--and then, you'll see what
you'll see.
Pages:
193
194
195
196
197
198
199
200
201
202
203
204
205
206
207
208
209
210
211
212
213
214
215
216
217