Brewster. "Why, I had an appointment with him to-morrow."
"He's gone and left no address that I can find," explained Parker.
"Thank you, Miss McIntyre; good evening," and the busy reporter
hurried away.
There was a curious expression in Mrs. Brewster's eyes, but she
dropped her gaze on her finger bowl too quickly for Clymer to
analyze its meaning.
"What can have taken Mr. Rochester out of town?" she asked. The
question was not addressed to any one in particular, but Colonel
McIntyre answered it, as he did most of the widow's remarks.
"Dry Washington," he explained. "It isn't the first trip Philip has
made to Baltimore since the 'dry' law has been in force, eh, Clymer?"
"No, and it won't be his last," was the banker's response. "What's
the matter, Miss McIntyre?" as Barbara pushed back her chair.
"I feel a little faint," she stammered. "The air here is - is
stifling. If you don't mind, father, I'll take the car and drive
home."
"I'll come with you," announced Mrs. Brewster, rising hurriedly;
and as she turned solicitously to aid Barbara she caught Colonel
McIntyre's admiring glance and his whispered thanks.
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