Then a murmur as of thunder ran through the scene,
followed by darkness. He half woke, in a hot distress, but the soft
cheek was still there, his hand still felt the silky curls, and sleep
recaptured him.
XII
When Ashe woke up in earnest he was alone. He sprang up in bed and
looked round the darkened room, ashamed of his long sleep; but there was
no sign of Kitty.
After dressing, he knocked, as usual, at Kitty's door.
"Oh, come in," cried Kitty's lightest voice. "Margaret's here; but if
you don't mind her, she won't mind you."
Ashe entered. Kitty, as was her wont four days out of the seven, was
breakfasting in bed. Margaret French was beside her with a batch of
notes, mostly bills and unanswered invitations, with which she was
trying to make Kitty cope.
"Excuse me, Mr. Ashe," Margaret lifted a smiling face. "I had to be out
on business for my brother all day, so I thought I'd come early and
remind Kitty of some of these tiresome things while there was still a
chance of finding her."
"I don't know why guardian angels excuse themselves," said Ashe, as they
shook hands.
"Oh, dear, what a lot of them there are!" said Kitty, tossing over the
notes with a bored air.
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