Suddenly he pulled up.
"No. Whoever she is I shall know in time. Things come round. It's almost
uncanny as it stands, but then it was uncanny--it has all been so since
the start." He turned to the window again, raised his hat to it, walked
quickly out into the road and made his way to the View hotel. As he came
upon the veranda Mildred Margrave passed him. He saw the shy look of
interest in her face, and with simple courtesy he raised his hat. She
bowed and went on. He turned and looked after her; then, shaking his head
as if to dismiss an unreasonable thought, entered and went to his room.
About this time the party at Hagar's rooms was breaking up. There had been
more singing by Mrs. Detlor. She ransacked her memory for half remembered
melodies--whimsical, arcadian, sad--and Hagar sat watching her, outwardly
quiet and appreciative, inwardly under an influence like none he had ever
felt before. When his guests were ready, he went with them to their hotel.
He saw that Mrs. Detlor shrank from the attendance of the Prince, who
insisted on talking of the "stranger in the greenroom." When they arrived
at the hotel, he managed, simply enough, to send the lad on some mission
for Mrs. Detlor, which, he was determined, should be permanent so far as
that evening was concerned.
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