Her Faithful Knight — page 327: what you’re looking at

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Darcy Finds His Wife. 323 girls who were decorating the altar sufficed her. She was burning to rejoin her new admirer outside the church, and perhaps inclined to be less stern than before on the subject of the kiss. But her hopes were doomed to dis- appointment. Scarcely had her pretty figure disappeared within the building than the Hon. Darcy Derrick pulled out his watch, glanced at the time, and set off at topmost speed for the nearest cab-stand. “A week yesterday,” he muttered to himself. “Pale, dyed golden hair, gray eyes—I think that’s enough to go upon! I thought there was something odd about the interest that big press man took in the business, and my instincts generally turn out right in the end.” By the time that Rosa Read, on the tiptoe of expecta- tion, left the church, her alleged admirer was being rapid- ly driven in the direction of Scotland Yard, whence he speedily returned in a four-wheeler and the company of two other men in the neighborhood of Ashgrove road. Not a word did Rosa utter concerning her adventure to the other occupants of the house, although her in- creased vivacity might have shown them that something unusual had occurred. But Aylmer and Dorothy were far too preoccupied, and Mrs. Read was too unobservant to take notice of the young lady’s exuberant spirits. In his study before dinner Aylmer had detailed to Dorothy all that had taken place at the coroner’s inquiry that day. Even the incident of his encounter with Darcy he mentioned, amd was surprised at the importance she attached to it. _ “You don’t know how cunning he is,” she explained. “Something in your manner may have told him that you know more than you are supposed to know about the affair.” “T couldn’t answer the brute as if I liked him,” Aylmer admitted. “Frankly, I could have kicked the fellow for CoONnniclaoo S (©)