Well! Well! What are we coming to?
Felicia, did you ever hear of such a performance?"
Miss Felicia made no answer. She knew from her brother's tone that
there was not a drop of bitterness in any one of the words that
fell from his lips; she had heard him talk that way dozens of
times before, when he was casting about for some means of letting
the culprit down the easier. She even detected a slight wrinkling
of the corners of his mouth as the denunciation rolled out.
Not so Jack: To him the end of the world had come. Peter was his
last resort--that one so good and so clear-headed had not flared
up at once over the villainy was the severest blow of all. Perhaps
he WAS a firebrand; perhaps, after all, it was none of his
business; perhaps--perhaps--now that Ruth would not blame him,
knew nothing, in fact, of the disgraceful episode, it would have
been better for him to have ignored the whole matter and taken
Garry's advice.
"Then I have done wrong again, Mr. Grayson?" he said at last, in
so pleading a tone that even Miss Felicia's reserve was on the
point of giving away.
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