Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 42: what you’re looking at

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34 } HAWK’S NEST. Following Bob’s advice, they soon move in the direction of the dining-hall, where the others lave preceded them. The conversation is general, and of course the for- est fire comes in for a share of it, but neither of the ‘actors in that little drama volunteer to describe their adventure. Bob can see the Virginian looking at him with a peculiar gleam in his eye, and, secretly, the man from New York chuckles at the thought that circumstances have allowed him to give the other some uneasiness. The spinster acts the part of hostess, though one can easily see how anxious she is to see that her niece shall be pleased in everything. Although the meal is rather formal, because there are so many elements present that refuse to blend, it is finished at length—they adjourn to another room which looks out upon a stretch of open land— beyond lies a piazza upon which the gentlemen can walk up and down while enjoying their cigars. Bob Pemberton does not avail himself of the priv- ilege—he feels a thousand per cent. better since dining, and can even think of the business that has drawn him from Gotham to a point in the mountains far beyond Denver. He glances around him—Senator John has occupied the attention of the spinster—the coast seems clear. Bob looks into the face of Gypsy Gordon. “I want to speak to you in private—I have just learned that you are Miss Gordon—it is of the utmost importance that we should not appear to be talking confidentially. Manage it with the same dexterity GEomichbooksnco m