Braddock in surprise.
"Forgive me!" he cried abjectly.
"Oh, I should love it--I should love it, David," cried Christine in a
low, wistful voice. It seemed to him that there was a strange,
mysterious wail at the back of the words.
Mrs. Braddock uttered a short, bitter laugh. "How good you are, David.
What would your friends think if you took circus people there to visit
you?"
He replied with grave dignity. "My friends, Mrs. Braddock, include the
circus people you mention. I am not likely to forget that you took me
in and--"
"And made a clown of you," she interrupted. He was gratified to see a
smile on her lips. The light from a window shone in her face. Her eyes
were wet and glistening.
He held his tongue for a moment, wavering between impulse and
delicacy. His gaze went to Christine's half-averted face. He was moved
by sudden apprehension. Was she beginning to suspect the real attitude
of Colonel Bob Grand toward her mother? Was it something more than
mere antipathy that filled her heart?
"See here, Mrs. Braddock," he began hastily, "I'm right young to be
saying this to you, but I want you to know that I am terribly
distressed by what has taken place in--in your life.
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