Falchion, whose first words to Roscoe were: "It is not such a
meeting as one would plan."
And he replied: "I am glad no harm has come to you."
The man was duly helped in. A poor creature he was, to pass from this
tale as he entered it, ignominiously and finally here. I even hide his
nationality, for his race are generally more gallant. But he was wealthy,
had an intense admiration for Mrs. Falchion, and had managed to secure
her in his boat, to separate from the rest of the picnic party--chiefly
through his inefficient rowing.
Dripping with water as Mrs. Falchion was, she did not, strange to say,
appear at serious disadvantage. Almost any other woman would have done
so. She was a little pale, she must have felt miserable, but she accepted
Ruth Devlin's good offices--as did Justine Caron those of Mrs.
Revel--with much self-possession, scanning her face and form critically
the while, and occasionally turning a glance on Roscoe, who was now cold
and impassive. I never knew a man who could so banish expression from his
countenance when necessary. Speaking to Belle Treherne long afterwards of
Mrs.
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