He was
watching her, listening, smiling with his brightest look, speaking a
word or two occasionally to draw forth more information, and Katie, sure
that she was telling nothing too personal, went on, growing more
animated by her subject in seeing the absorption of her companion, which
in her heart she did not doubt came irom his desire to keep her talking
to him. Bulchester stopped a moment and drew nearer to his companion.
"When he looks like that," he said in her ear, "he is--he
is,--dangerous." He straightened himself directly and walked on. Sir
Temple spoke to Lady Dacre, and again Bulchester was left. But it might
have been Madam Archdale who took pity upon him, for at last he obtained
his introduction.
Why did Katie turn so readily from Edmonson to welcome the new-comer?
Was it coquetry? Did she know intuitively that the eyes of the latter
held more true worship for her than the other's tones? Edmonson's eyes
gleamed for a moment, and his face darkened. He looked at Bulchester
from head to foot, reading him with contempt. Then with a bow that had a
spice of mockery in it, as if he were amused at the rival whom he
appeared not to dare to compete with, he resigned his place, and going
up to Elizabeth, offered her his arm and moved away with her.
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