"
"Well, he's going to see the truth about this. If you don't write to him
to-night and tell him the kind of man Mr. Phipps is, I will!"
"Wait till to-morrow. I'll have another round with Nell. I've got some
proof that I think she'll have to believe."
Quin rose restlessly. He wanted to go to the Bartletts' at once, if only
to stand guard at the gate against the danger that threatened Eleanor.
"Aren't you coming home to supper?" asked Rose.
"No," he said absently; "I don't want any supper."
For an hour he paced the streets, trying to think things out. His burning
desire was to go straight to Eleanor and lay the whole matter before her.
But according to his ethics it was a poor sport who would discredit a
rival, especially on hearsay. He must leave it to Rose, and let her
furnish the proof she said she possessed.
At eight o'clock he rang the Bartletts' bell, and was surprised when Miss
Isobel opened the door.
"She isn't here," she said in answer to his inquiry. "We cannot imagine
what has become of her. She must have gone out just before dinner, and
she has not returned."
"Didn't she say where she was going?"
"No." Miss Isobel's lips worked nervously; then she drew Quin into the
dining-room and closed the door, "She and mother had a very serious
misunderstanding, and--and I'm afraid mother was a little severe.
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