VIII
Philip did not see the hundred staring eyes that followed in
wonderment the tall, beautiful girl who walked at his side. He
knew that Miss Brokaw was talking and laughing, and that he was
nodding his head and answering her, while his brain raged for an
idea that would give him an excuse for leaving her to follow
Jeanne and Pierre. The facts that Gregson had left him so
strangely, that Eileen had come with her father, and that, instead
of clearing up the mystery in which they were so deeply involved,
the arrival of the London ship had even more hopelessly entangled
them, were forgotten for the moment in the desire to intercept
Jeanne and Pierre before they could leave Churchill. Miss Brokaw
herself unconsciously gave him the opportunity for which he was
seeking.
"You don't look very happy, Philip," she exclaimed, in a chiding
voice, meant only for his ears. "I thought--perhaps--my coming
would make you glad."
Philip caught eagerly at the half question in her voice.
"I feared you would notice it," he said, quickly. "I was afraid
you would think me indifferent because I did not go out to meet
you in the boat, and because I stood hidden at the end of the pier
when you landed.
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