But this new look, --what did it mean?
In the effort to appear unconcerned the dark color had risen to his own
cheeks.
"I had quite a pleasant little encounter to-day," he observed; "shall I
tell it to you?"
"If it will not tire you."
Keeping his eyes fixed on the picture over her head, he did not see the
look of anxious love that dwelt in her eyes as they swept over him.
"Oh, no," he responded, slightly smiling over the recollection. "I was
coming down my office steps this afternoon, and had just reached the foot,
when a bright-faced, bright-haired boy stood before me with an eager light
in his eyes. 'Aren't you Dr. Kemp?' he asked breathlessly, like one who
had been running. I recollected him the instant he raised his hat from his
nimbus of golden hair. 'Yes; and you are Will Tyrrell,' I answered
promptly. 'Why, how did you remember?' he asked in surprise; 'you saw me
only once.' 'Never mind; I remember that night,' I answered. 'How is that
baby sister of yours?' "Oh, she's all right,' he replied dismissing the
subject with the royalty that brotherhood confers. 'I say, do you ever see
Miss Levice nowadays?' I looked at him with a half-smile, not knowing
whether to set him right or not, when he finally blurted out, 'She's the
finest girl I ever met.
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