Was it possible
that he could see through the curtains? A warm flush mantled her
face. She felt it steal down over her body. Incontinently she fled
from the window and hopped back into the warm bed she had left on
hearing the front door close.
"How silly!" she cried irritably. She sat bolt upright and looked
at her reflection in the mirror of her dressing-table across the
room. Her night-dress had slipped down from one shapely shoulder;
her dark, glossy hair hung in two long braids down her back; her
warm, red lips were parted in a shy, embarrassed smile.
"I wonder--But of course he couldn't. Unless,--" and here the
smile faded away,--"unless he possesses some strange power to see
through walls and--Sometimes I feel that he has that power. If he
could not see me, why did he wave his hand at me?"
There came a knock at her door. She was seized by a sudden panic.
For a moment she was unable to speak.
"Alix! Are you awake?"
It was Mrs. Strong's voice. A vast wave of relief swept through
her.
"Goodness!" she gasped, and then: "Come in, Aunt Nancy?"
"Courtney Thane has just been here," said the housekeeper as she
approached the bed.
"Has he?" inquired Alix innocently.
"He left a note for you."
"Read it to me," said the girl.
"'Dearest: I am grieved beyond words to hear that you are so awfully
done up. I am not surprised.
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