Her Faithful Knight — page 135: what you’re looking at

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Darcy’s Sympathy. 131 pet, who as often as not ruins the words by his want of intelligence and stupid conventionality. Don’t listen to these people who tell you you are wrong in your render- ing, Miss Knight. You are absolutely right, and I am very much obliged to you indeed.” He spoke as if he meant it, and Dorothy was only too glad to believe him. Already she was reproaching her- self with having underestimated her manager’s magnan- imous kindness and chivalry, when it suddenly flashed ~ across her that he had not so far explained the reason of his early call. It was indeed little more than ten o'clock, and the rehearsal was fixed for eleven. Almost as though he guessed the thought that passed through her mind, Mr. Derrick took his hat and gloves from the table. _ “T must not forget the object of my visit,” he said. “But first, before I forget it, let me ask you one thing: Are you still as anxious as you were to find out Sergius Trevelyan?” A deep flush spread all over Dorothy’s face, and a vivid excitement flashed into her eyes. With difficulty she re- strained the eagerness of her tones as she answered him. “Yes, Mr. Darcy; I am just as anxious.” » “Only to-day,” he said, taking a letter from his pocket, “T have had brought to me from my home this communi- cation from a college friend of mine—a very delightful fellow who went the pace a bit, and was sent out on a ranch in Texas. He.writes to me from some out-of-the- way hole out West—Carthage, I see it is called,” he added, showing Dorothy the heading of the paper, “the Grand Hotel, Carthage—some barn ina swamp, no doubt. Any- how, he tells me something which may interest you. Listen: “‘T ast night a theatrical company, passing through on its way back to civilization, played “Madame Angot” here, COMDICLIOOL<S