Maybe he
was a fool to believe those brown eyes and that soft voice and those
charming ways; if so, he preferred to be a fool for a little while, to,
if not, being a fool to her forever. He had, in his time, encountered
many women with beautiful faces and compelling eyes and alluring voices
and charming ways, but with none had they been so blended as in Mrs.
Clephane.
He did not know a thing as to her history--he did not even know whether
she was married, a widow, or a divorcee. Whatever she was, he was
willing to accept her as genuine--until she was proven otherwise.
All of which would indicate that she had made something of an impression
on Harleston--who was neither by nature nor by experience impressible
and, in the diplomatic game, had about as much sentiment as a granite
crag. In fact, with Harleston every woman who appeared in the
diplomatic game lay under instant and heavy suspicion.
Mrs. Clephane was the first exception.
X
SKIRMISHING
On the slender chance of finding Mrs. Clephane, Harleston made another
tour of the rooms and corridor on the first floor.
It was without avail--save that he noticed Madeline Spencer and her
escort were still at dinner. They did not see him--and he was very well
content.
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