If I have to be brought to
court, you will tell me, won't you?"
"Rely upon me, miss," replied Kerry shortly.
He escorted Mollie to her brougham, observed by no less than six
discreetly hidden neighbors. And as the brougham was driven off she
waved her hand to him! Kerry felt a hot flush spreading over his red
countenance, for the veiled onlookers had not escaped his attention.
As he re-entered the house:
"Yon's a bad woman," said his wife, emerging from the dining-room.
"I believe you may be right, Mary," replied Kerry confusedly.
"I kenned it when fairst I set een upon her painted face. I kenned it
the now when she lookit sideways at ye. If yon's a grand lady, she's a
woman o' puir repute. The Lord gi'e us grace."
CHAPTER XXVIII
THE GILDED JOSS
London was fog-bound. The threat of the past week had been no empty
one. Towards the hour of each wintry sunset had come the yellow racks,
hastening dusk and driving folks more speedily homeward to their
firesides. The dull reports of fog-signals had become a part of the
metropolitan bombilation, but hitherto the choking mist had not
secured a strangle-hold.
Now, however, it had triumphed, casting its thick net over the city as
if eager to stifle the pulsing life of the new Babylon.
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