From my slight knowledge of Mr.Moffat's capabilities, I fear I should be found a rather indifferent entertainer; yet I sincerely hope we shall meet again at a time when I can 'a tale unfold.'" "How nice that will be, and I am so grateful to you for the promise.
By-the-bye, only this very morning a man stopped me on the street, actually mistaking me for Naida." "What sort of a looking man, Miss Spencer ?" "Large, and heavily set, with a red beard.

He was exceedingly polite when informed of his mistake, and said he merely had a message to deliver to Miss Gillis.

But he refused to tell it to me." The glances of the two men met, but Brant was unable to decipher the meaning hidden within the gray eyes.

Neither spoke, and Miss Spencer, never realizing what her chatter meant, rattled merrily on.
"You see there are so many who speak to me now, because of my public position here.

So I thought nothing strange at first, until I discovered his mistake, and then it seemed so absurd that I nearly laughed outright.