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Dido bent forward and touched the tramp on his temples.,Jen was rather taken aback by the quickness of this query, and saw that if he wished to preserve the secret of Isabella, upon which depended her reputation, it behooved him to be careful.,"It's a long story," returned Maurice, lighting a fresh cigar. "Look here, Uncle Jen, I went to dress at half-past six; you did also. When we left the devil-stick was in the room on the wall. Now we are here again at half-past eight, the devil-stick is gone. In these two hours Dido has had time to cross the lawn yonder and steal it.","Ho, dat one big lie. Der ain't de debble-stick but in de king's palace at Kumassi.","Just last summer with Miss Auborn and Bruce, and then three months at the Academy and with Bruce again," replied Patricia proudly. "Bruce wouldn't let her stay at the Academy all the time. He thinks it's best to work like the old masters used to, in the studio of some artist, doing things right away. He didn't want Elinor's originality to get barnacles, he said.","I ain't a fool, sir," said the tramp, with a sheepish grin. "I should, you bet.",Elinor glanced about at the circle of laughing, friendly faces and her eyes shone.,"Oh, that's too personal," said a ghost in a disgusted tone. "I protest! This isn't a Board meeting.",They sat in absolute silence, absently watching the occupants of the now nearly deserted tables straggle out in twos and threes, until the room was quite empty, and Patricia could bear it no longer.,"Let's look at these rooms, Ju," she proposed, with a hand on the heavy curtain at her right.,Some little distance from the major's abode stood a long, low rambling house on a slight rise. Surrounded by deep verandas, it was placed in the middle of emerald green lawns, smoothly clipped; and these, lower down, were girdled by a belt of ash and sycamores and poplars, which shut out the house from the high road.,CHAPTER VI AFTERMATH.