"
And in this opinion the maid was not far wrong. Rose did not permit her
cousin to interfere in the least with the internal relations of the
household.
In the evening, while Rose was in the parlor for the first time in
several days, a visitor was announced, a gentleman.
"Who is it, Sallie?"
"Stranger, ma'am."
"What does he want?"
But at this moment the visitor took the liberty to make himself known in
person, a tall, slender man, with gray beard, neatly dressed, and
evidently of the upper class.
Rose greeted the stranger politely and offered a chair.
Of course the maid, seeing that she was no longer needed, passed out and
closed the door.
"To what do I owe the honor of this visit, sir?" questioned Rose.
"I could not stay away longer. I have been burning to see you and have it
out," said the man in a trembling voice; then, with a quick movement he
removed a wig and revealed a young and pleasant face.
Rose recoiled.
"August Bordine!"
He stood before her with outstretched hands and pleading eyes. It was
hard for her to resist that look, yet she viewed him coldly, and refused
to look in his face.
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