"You mean that you did wrong in recognizing him? In that case the fault is mine. He had no intention of giving you the opportunity."
"I did wrong, after a fashion! But I can't find it in my heart to regret it. I never shall regret it! I did what I thought proper. Heaven forgive me!"
"Heaven bless you, Miss Searle! Is any harm to come of it? I did the evil; let me bear the brunt!"
She shook her head gravely. "You don't know my brother!"
"The sooner I do know him, then, the better!" And hereupon I felt a dull irritation which had been gathering force for more than hour explode into sudden wrath. "What on earth is your brother?" I demanded. She turned away. "Are you afraid of him?" I asked.
She gave me a tearful sidelong glance. "He's looking at me!" she murmured.
I looked at him. He was standing with his back to us, holding a large Venetian hand-mirror, framed in rococo silver, which he had taken from a shelf of antiquities, in just such a position that he caught the reflection of his sister's person. Shall I confess it? Something in this performance so tickled my sense of the picturesque, that it was with a sort of blunted anger that I muttered, "The sneak!" Yet I felt passion enough to urge me forward. It seemed
