"Mr. Brellier, is it not? Very good of you, sir, to come across in this
neighbourly fashion. Won't you sit down?"
"Yes," said Antoinette, gaily, "my uncle. I brought him right over by
telling him of our adventure."
The man was tall and heavily built, with a wealth of black hair thickly
streaked with gray, and a trim, well-kept "imperial" which gave him the
foreign air that his name carried out so well. His morning suit was
extremely well cut, and his whole bearing that of the well-to-do man
about town. Merriton registered all this in his mind's eye, and was
secretly very glad of it. They were two thoroughbreds--that was easy to
see.
And as for Antoinette! Well, he could barely keep his eyes from her.
She was lovelier than ever, and clad this afternoon in all the fluffy
femininity that every man loves. Anything more intoxicatingly delicious
Merriton had never seen outside of his own dreams.
"It was certainly ripping of you both to come," he said nervously,
feeling all hands and feet. "Never saw such a lonely spot in all my life,
by George, as this house! It fairly gives you the creeps!"
"Indeed?" Brellier laughed in a deep, full-throated voice.
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