Jenison did not notice them in
his abstraction, but his ears would have burned if he could have heard
the things the two women were saying about him to their male
companion.
As he passed the broad office door in one of his rounds it was opened
and in the full glow of light from within appeared the tall, graceful
figure of Roberta Grand. She remained there for a moment, looking out
into the sombre night. Their eyes met as he passed. She was
exceedingly fair to look upon, golden-haired and _spirituelle_,
but he could see only the repulsive, hated features of Colonel Bob
Grand, destroyer.
When he returned to the group at the fireplace, half an hour later,
she was sitting with the others, her back toward him as he approached.
He was at once presented by the girl from Baltimore.
Miss Grand looked up into his face with cool, indifferent eyes.
"I have heard so much of you, Mr. Jenison," she said. Her voice was
soft and pleasant.
"We live in a very small world, Miss Grand," he said. "One's
reputation reaches farther than he thinks."
"It depends on the method by which it is carried," she responded
enigmatically.
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