"
"What a horrible slander!" exclaimed the young man, springing to his
feet.
"Yes," remarked the widow, "if it is not true."
"It is heartless." Then looking at her sharply, "There is no
foundation for it, is there?"
"She has strange fancies, takes aversions to people--I can't say. Let
us continue our walk. I have told you I am not acquainted with her."
"We will walk that way: I want to see her closer."
Not satisfied with merely passing, Dr. Maurice Grey--to give him his
full title--crossed the path when near the solitary figure, so as to
have a full view of her face. At that moment Miss Lafitte raised her
eyes, and their expression when they rested on Mrs. Felton was hard to
interpret. It seemed a mixture of repulsion and dread. She drew back
as they went by, and involuntarily shuddered.
"What do you think of that?" asked the widow as soon as they were at a
safe distance.
"Unquestionably she is a good hater," answered Maurice.
Maurice again saw Fay Lafitte that evening at a ball given at the
hotel by the lake where they were both staying. She was standing among
a group of girls laughing and talking gayly, but to a close observer
this light gayety might appear a symptom of restlessness rather than a
proof of enjoyment.
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