A tall figure stood in the doorway. There was a checked exclamation
from Tatham, and Faversham perceived to his amazement that it was not
Dixon--but--Melrose!
* * * * *
Melrose surveyed the group. Removing his old hat he bowed gravely to the
ladies. His flowing hair, and largely cut classical features gave him an
Apollonian aspect as he towered above the startled group, looking down on
them with an expression half triumphant, half sarcastic. Tatham was the
first to recover himself. He approached Melrose with a coolness like his
own.
"You are back early, sir? I apologize for my intrusion, which will not be
prolonged. I came, as you see, to inquire after my old friend, Mr.
Faversham."
"So I understand. Well--what's wrong with him? Isn't he doing well--eh?
Faversham, will you introduce me to your friends?"
Mrs. Penfold, so much shaken by the sudden appearance of the Ogre that
words failed her, bowed profoundly; Lydia slightly. She was indignant for
Tatham. Mr. Melrose, having announced his absence for the day, ought not
to have returned upon them by surprise, and his manner convinced her that
it had been done on purpose.
"They gave you tea?" said Melrose to Mrs. Penfold, with gruff civility,
as he descended the steps. "Oh, we keep open house nowadays. You're
going?" This was in answer to Tatham's bow which he slightly
acknowledged. "Good-day, good-day! You'll find your horse. Sorry you're
so hurried.
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