He wondered if she was still asleep and answered that there was little
possibility of her being awake--even at eight o'clock. Probably she
would sleep until noon, the poor, tired, little thing! He smiled
affectionately into the mirror over Brady's dressing-table. And then
the unmistakable sound of voices in the outer room took him curiously
to the door. They were subdued voices. He listened hard, and his heart
pumped faster. One of them was Wallie's voice; the other was Mary
Josephine's.
He was amused with himself at the extreme care with which he proceeded
to dress. It was an entirely new sensation. Wallie had provided him
with the necessaries for a cold sponge and in some mysterious interim
since their arrival had brushed and pressed the most important of
Conniston's things. With the Englishman's wardrobe he had brought up
from barracks a small chest which was still locked. Until this morning
Keith had not noticed it. It was less than half as large as a steamer
trunk and had the appearance of being intended as a strong box rather
than a traveling receptacle. It was ribbed by four heavy bands of
copper, and the corners and edges were reinforced with the same metal.
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