Won't you come too?"
"No," said Mat; "I'm too sleepy. I shall go on home."
They separated. While Zack entered the theater, Mat proceeded steadily
in the direction of the tobacco shop. As soon, however, as he was well
out of the glare of gas from the theater door, he crossed the street;
and, returning quickly by the opposite side of the way, took the road
that led him back to Valentine's house.
CHAPTER XII.
THE HAIR BRACELET.
Mr. Blyth's spirits sank apace, as he bolted and locked the front door,
when his guests had left him. He actually sighed as he now took a turn
or two alone, up and down the studio.
Three times did he approach close to the garden door, as he walked
slowly from end to end of the room. But he never once looked up at it.
His thoughts were wandering after Zack, and Zack's friend; and his
attention was keeping them company. "Whoever this mysterious Mat may
be," mused Valentine, stopping at the fourth turn, and walking up to
the fireplace; "I don't believe there's anything bad about him; and so
I shall tell Mrs. Thorpe the next time I see her."
He set himself to rake out the fire, leaving only a few red embers and
tiny morsels of coal to flame up fitfully from time to time in the
bottom of the grate.
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