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“
There
will
be
so
many
other
people
who
will
want
to
talk
to
him
,
”
I
answered
,
and
I
felt
a
little
breathless
with
excitement
as
I
said
it
.
“
And
I
should
be
too
shy
to
know
how
to
say
such
things
properly
.
”
“
Don
’
t
be
afraid
of
him
,
”
was
her
advice
.
“
The
man
will
be
like
his
books
,
and
they
’
re
the
joy
of
your
life
.
”
She
made
me
look
as
nice
as
she
could
in
the
new
dress
she
had
brought
;
she
made
me
wear
the
Muircarrie
diamonds
and
sent
me
downstairs
.
It
does
not
matter
who
the
guests
were
;
I
scarcely
remember
.
I
was
taken
in
to
dinner
by
a
stately
elderly
man
who
tried
to
make
me
talk
,
and
at
last
was
absorbed
by
the
clever
woman
on
his
other
side
.
I
found
myself
looking
between
the
flowers
for
a
man
’
s
face
I
could
imagine
was
Hector
MacNairn
’
s
.
I
looked
up
and
down
and
saw
none
I
could
believe
belonged
to
him
.
There
were
handsome
faces
and
individual
ones
,
but
at
first
I
saw
no
Hector
MacNairn
.
Then
,
on
bending
forward
a
little
to
glance
behind
an
epergne
,
I
found
a
face
which
it
surprised
and
pleased
me
to
see
.
It
was
the
face
of
the
traveler
who
had
helped
the
woman
in
mourning
out
of
the
railway
carriage
,
baring
his
head
before
her
grief
.
I
could
not
help
turning
and
speaking
to
my
stately
elderly
partner
.
“
Do
you
know
who
that
is
—
the
man
at
the
other
side
of
the
table
?
”
I
asked
.
Old
Lord
Armour
looked
across
and
answered
with
an
amiable
smile
.
“
It
is
the
author
the
world
is
talking
of
most
in
these
days
,
and
the
talking
is
no
new
thing
.
It
’
s
Mr
.
Hector
MacNairn
.
”
No
one
but
myself
could
tell
how
glad
I
was
.
It
seemed
so
right
that
he
should
be
the
man
who
had
understood
the
deeps
of
a
poor
,
passing
stranger
woman
’
s
woe
.
I
had
so
loved
that
quiet
baring
of
his
head
!
All
at
once
I
knew
I
should
not
be
afraid
of
him
.
He
would
understand
that
I
could
not
help
being
shy
,
that
it
was
only
my
nature
,
and
that
if
I
said
things
awkwardly
my
meanings
were
better
than
my
words
.
Perhaps
I
should
be
able
to
tell
him
something
of
what
his
books
had
been
to
me
.
I
glanced
through
the
flowers
again
—
and
he
was
looking
at
me
!
I
could
scarcely
believe
it
for
a
second
.
But
he
was
.
His
eyes
—
his
wonderful
eyes
—
met
mine
.
I
could
not
explain
why
they
were
wonderful
.
I
think
it
was
the
clearness
and
understanding
in
them
,
and
a
sort
of
great
interestedness
.
People
sometimes
look
at
me
from
curiosity
,
but
they
do
not
look
because
they
are
really
interested
.
I
could
scarcely
look
away
,
though
I
knew
I
must
not
be
guilty
of
staring
.
A
footman
was
presenting
a
dish
at
my
side
.
I
took
something
from
it
without
knowing
what
it
was
.
Lord
Armour
began
to
talk
kindly
.
He
was
saying
beautiful
,
admiring
things
of
Mr
.
MacNairn
and
his
work
.
I
listened
gratefully
,
and
said
a
few
words
myself
now
and
then
.
I
was
only
too
glad
to
be
told
of
the
great
people
and
the
small
ones
who
were
moved
and
uplifted
by
his
thoughts
.
