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The White Witch. 259 ‘What made you think it was she, Godfrey ?” “T hardly know. But I believe I felt her presence in the house,” he answered dreamily. ‘And assoonasI came in here I detected the faint perfume she uses either about her hands or her handkerchiefs or her dresses—I don’t know what it is; like violets, I think; but I should know she was near if I met with it at the ends of the earth.” “T didn’t notice that she used perfume.” “T don’t believe anybody would notice it but myself,” said he, and he leant back in the seat for some time in silence. ‘‘ Aunt Margaret,” said he at last, ‘‘ will you lend me the brougham after luncheon ?” Mrs. Penteith assented sorrowfully. For she saw that the spell which had been cast upon him was as strong as ever, that his peace and his happiness were still in the fragile, cruel little hands of the White Witch. CHAPTER XXX. IN HYDE PARK. IT was on this same Wednesday afternoon that Godfrey Mayne left his aunt’s house for the first time since his illness, with the fixed intention of finding out Miss Dixon’s hiding-place. In hiding she must be, he considered. She was hiding from him, and also from his father: for Mr. Mayne had complained in a recent letter that the address of the Sisterhood was kept from him, lest (as he supposed) he should journey to it and snatch Mary away by force—which he meant to do, in spite of her mother, the moment he got hold of it. It was ten days now since their arrival in town: and Godfrey wanted to know what Mary had been doing all that while—which seemed to him like ten weeks—and where she was, and where Catter- mole was: and why she was, as it appeared, calling herself Miss Davenant. He was carried away in Mrs. Penteith’s comfortable carriage, having given his orders to the servants on the box. ‘Great St. Helen’s, Bishopsgate.” Godfrey was going, first of all, to see Mr. Thorn: a solicitor, and Miss Dixon’s acting trustee, a member of a firm whose offices were in Great St. Helen’s. He knew that much. Mary had spoken of him while she was at the Abbey and sometimes heard from him. Godfrey was set down at the right place and admitted to the lawyer's presence. Mr. Thorn was a thin, worn, restless man, with the bright, searching, dreamy grey eyes of an artist. His hands, never still, wandered from lip to chin, across his wide forehead, through his wavy hair, during the whole of the interview. Nature had made him a musician ; circumstances a lawyer. He knew God- frey’s name as that of a member of the Lancashire family in which Mary had lately lived, and waited for him to state the object of his Visit. EoOmicbooks (E(©) m