Diana rose, too, with a kindling face.
"My cousin will be here directly!" she said, joyously.
"Shall I find her installed when I come next time?"
"I mean to keep her as long--as long--as ever I can!"
Marsham held her hand close and warm a moment, felt her look waver a
second beneath his, and then, with a quick and resolute step, he
went his way.
He was just putting on his coat in the outer hall when there was a sound
of approaching wheels. A carriage stopped at the door, to which the
butler hurried. As he opened it Marsham saw in the light of the porch
lamp the face of a girl peering out of the carriage window. It was a
little awkward. His own horse was held by a groom on the other side of
the carriage. There was nothing to do but to wait till the young lady
had passed. He drew to one side.
Miss Merton descended. There was just time for Marsham to notice an
extravagant hat, smothered in ostrich feathers, a large-featured, rather
handsome face, framed in a tangled mass of black hair, a pair of sharp
eyes that seemed to take in hungrily all they saw--the old hall, the
butler, and himself, as he stood in the shadow. He heard the new guest
speak to the butler about her luggage.
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