We never talked of writing. Old red sandstone,
rather, was our topic of conversation. Still, he might have
acknowledged receipt of the book."
"But the book was given to him in return for the one he presented to
you."
"Yes, I suppose it was. I hadn't thought of that."
"Then again, Kate, Russian notions regarding writing to young ladies
may differ from ours, or he may have fallen overboard, or touched a
live wire."
"Yes, there are many possibilities," murmured Katherine dreamily.
"It seems rather strange that Mr. Henderson should have time to come
up here in the middle of the week."
"Why is it strange?" asked Katherine. "Mr. Henderson is not a clerk
bound down to office hours. He's an official high up in one of the big
insurance companies, and gets a simply tremendous salary."
"Really? Does he talk as well as Jack Lamont did?"
"He talks less like the Troy Technical Institute, and more like the
'Home Journal' than poor Prince Jack did, and then he has a much
greater sense of humor. When I told him that the oath of an insurance
man should be 'bet your life!' he laughed. Now, Jack would never have
seen the point of that. Anyhow, the hour is too late, and I am too
sleepy, to worry about young men, or jokes either. Good-night!"
Next morning's mail brought Dorothy a bulky letter decorated with
English stamps. She locked the door, tore open the envelope, and found
many sheets of thin paper bearing the heading of the Bluewater Club,
Pall Mall.
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