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Brindley hopefully.
She was not disappointed. Presently in came a
quietly-dressed, frank-looking woman of a young forty
--a woman who had by no means lost her physical
freshness, but had gained charm of another and more
enduring kind. As she came forward with extended
but not overeager hand, she said:
``I was expecting you, Mrs. Siddall--that is, Miss
Stevens.''
``Mr. Jennings did not say when I was to come. If
I am disturbing you--''
Mrs. Brindley hastened to assure her that her visit
was quite convenient. ``I must have someone to share
the expense of this apartment with me, and I want the
matter settled. Mr. Jennings has explained about you
to me, and now that I've seen you--'' here she smiled
charmingly--``I am ready to say that it is for you to
say.''
Mildred did not know how to begin. She looked at
Mrs. Brindley with appeal in her troubled young
eyes.
``You no doubt wish to know something about me,''
said Mrs. Brindley. ``My husband was a composer--
a friend of Mr. Jennings.


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