Out of the Past — page 159: what you’re looking at

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156 Out of the Past. “Ten long minutes he has been here, Miss Rose, trying to get at you.” “At me? How strange. You must be mistaken.” Babette closed her lips with a snap, but would say no more, and kept a romantically vigilant watch over her mistress until Robert returned the next day. Late in the afternoon, as he and Rose were sauntering over the beach, comparing lists and details, Babette appeared with sup- pressed excitement to say that some one wished to see monsieur. Babette’s excitements were so easily set afoot that they never surprised her mistress, who tranquilly awaited Robert’s return until tired, and then took her way to the summer-house. She had been there some time, when, glancing at the house, she saw a face at the window which startled her to her feet. “The Dancer here?” she asked herself. “Surely she cannot have the effrontery to make a second attempt. She must need help of some sort. I wonder why Robert does not send for me—probably because he knows how dis- tasteful she is to me. But I ought to receive her.” To enter the house Rose had to pass under the windows of the dining-room, where she had seen the face. As she came under the first window a few words in Saline’s in- cisive voice arrested her. “No—do you think I have forgotten my lonely ride to EONMNICOOOKS»€O©