"My grandfather be hanged! Of course I couldn't
know her! We can't live on the same earth. I'm in
her way, hanging on to this property here just to defeat
her, when she's the finest girl alive!"
He nodded gravely, his eyes bent upon me with sympathy
and kindness. The past events at Glenarm
swept through my mind in kinetoscopic flashes, but the
girl in gray talking to Arthur Pickering and his
friends at the Annandale station, the girl in gray who
had been an eavesdropper at the chapel,-the girl in
gray with the eyes of blue! It seemed that a year passed
before I broke the silence.
"Where has she gone?" I demanded.
He smiled, and I was cheered by the mirth that
showed in his face.
"Why, she's gone to Cincinnati, with Olivia Gladys
Armstrong," he said. "They're great chums, you
know!"