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D, I told him what had happened. "Good riddance,"<br />
<br />
he replied sententiously. We sat in silence until the bell rang, looking at the morning sun on the lake. I was a little anxious to learn the state<br />
of Farrar's feelings<br />
<br />
in regard to Miss Trevor, and how this new twist in affairs had<br />
affected them. But I might as well have expected one of King Louis's carp to whisper secrets of the old regime. The young lady came to the breakfast-table looking so fresh and in such high spirits that I made sure she had not heard of the Celebrity's ignoble escape. As the meal proceeded it was easy<br />
to mark that her eye now and again fell across his empty chair, and glanced inquiringly towards the door. I made up my mind that I would not be the bearer of evil news, and so did Farrar, so we kept up a vapid small-talk with Mr. Trevor on<br />
<br />
the condition of trade in the West. Miss<br />
<br />
Trevor, however, in some way came to suspect that we could account for that vacant seat. At last she fixed<br />
her eye inquiringly on me, and I trembled. "Mr.<br />
<br />
Crocker," she began, and paused. <img src="cid:v7pireRC0c2SRQXI4kDGbU4eT"> Then she added with a fair unconcern,<br />
"do you happen to know<br />
where Mr.<br />
Allen is this morning?" "He has gone over to Mohair,<br />
I believe," I replied weakly. "To Mohair!" she exclaimed,<br />
<br />
putting do
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