Herr Rosen! There was no outward reason why the name should have set a

chill on them all, turned them into expectant statues. Yet, all semblance

of good-fellowship was instantly gone. To Mrs. Harrigan alone did the name

convey a sense of responsibility, a flutter of apprehension not unmixed

with delight. She put her own work behind the piano lid, swooped down upon

the two men and snatched away the lace-hemming, to the infinite relief of

the one and the surprise of the other. Courtlandt would have liked nothing

better than to hold the lace in his lap, for it was possible that Herr

Rosen might wish to shake hands, however disinclined he might be within to

perform such greeting. The lace disappeared. Mrs. Harrigan smoothed out

the wrinkles in her dress. From the others there had been little movement

and no sound to speak of. Harrigan still waited by the door, seriously

contemplating the bit of pasteboard in his hand.

Nora did not want to look, but curiosity drew her eyes imperiously toward

Courtlandt. He had not risen. Did he know? Did he understand? Was his

attitude pretense or innocence? Ah, if she could but look behind that

impenetrable mask! How she hated him! The effrontery of it all! And she

could do nothing, say nothing: dared not tell them then and there what he

truly was, a despicable scoundrel! The son of her father's dearest friend;

what mockery! A friend of the family! It was maddening.

Herr Rosen brushed past Harrigan unceremoniously, without pausing, and

went straight over to Nora, who was thereupon seized by an uncontrollable

spirit of devilment. She hated Herr Rosen, but she was going to be as

pleasant and as engaging as she knew how to be. She did not care if he

misinterpreted her mood. She welcomed him with a hand. He went on to Mrs.

Harrigan, who colored pleasurably. He was then introduced, and he

acknowledged each introduction with a careless nod. He was there to see

Nora, and he did not propose to put himself to any inconvenience on

account of the others.

The temporary restraint which had settled upon the others at the

announcement of Herr Rosen's arrival passed away. Courtlandt, who had

remained seated during the initial formalities (a fact which bewildered

Abbott, who knew how punctilious his friend was in matters of this kind)

got up and took a third of the divan.

Harrigan dropped down beside him. It was his habit to watch his daughter's

face when any guest arrived. He formed his impression on what he believed

to be hers. That she was a consummate actress never entered into his

calculations. The welcoming smile dissipated any doubts.

"No matter where we are, they keep coming. She has as many friends as T.

R. I never bother to keep track of 'em."




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