"It was about that you came to me?" she repeated after him, when he had done,as though the words had been his last. They were the last that she remembered.
"About—ah, that luggage!" said George Young. He paused; and in his change of expression Irralie's quickened eyes perceived an enemy of Greville Fullarton, and found herself wondering what the enemy would have given for her late suspicions. "That luggage," he continued, in a tone changed like his face, "is more bother than it's worth. It's great, big, heavy, regular new chum's baggage, and was bother enough to fetch. And now he's got it he can't get into it! Lost every blessed key!"
"Lost—every—key!" repeated Irralie, in a voice that must have flashed her own idea through a brain less slow than that of the overseer, who, however, bore it in mind. It was an idea that made Irralie tremble for one moment—freeze the next; and so remain, with proud, white face and flashing eye.
"They said you might have one that
