his own, was withholding this betrayal to make use of it as he saw fit.
She moved once more to return to her father; again she stopped; then, swiftly, she turned and went downstairs.
As she descended, she saw in the lower hall the stenographer, Miss Davis, sitting waiting. There was no adequate reason for the girl's being there at that hour; she had come—she said, as she rose to greet Harriet—to learn whether she would be wanted the next day; she had already seen Mr. Avery, and he would not want her. Harriet, telling her she would not need her, offered to send a servant home with her, as the roads were dark. Miss Davis refused this and went out at once. Harriet, as the door was closed behind the girl, looked hurriedly about for Avery. She did not find him, nor at first did she find Eaton either. She discovered him presently in the music-room with Blatchford. Blatchford at once excused himself, tired evidently of his task of watching over Eaton.
Harriet caught herself together and controlled herself to her usual manner.
"What shall it be this evening, Mr. Eaton?" she asked. "Music? Billiards?"
"Billiards, if you like," he responded.
They went up to the billiard room, and for an hour played steadily; but her mind was not upon the game—nor, she saw, was his. Several times he looked at his watch; he seemed to her to be waiting. Finally, as they ended a game, he put his cue back in the rack and faced her.
"Miss Santoine," he said, "I want to ask a favor."
"What is it?"
