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"'He or she,'" repeated Jen, slowly. "Dido I mentioned; but 'he!' who is 'he?'","I am a skeptic, also," said David, with a laugh. "And you?","Why Mrs. Dallas wants Isabella to marry David." Not another word would the major say on the subject at that moment, so Maurice was forced to seek his room in a very unsatisfied frame of mind. However, as he thought, here was one mystery about to be explained, and that was a comfort. As Jen prophesied, David did not return to dinner, and Maurice had a tête-à-tête with his guardian. But they talked of indifferent things, and it was not until they were once more in the smoking-room with cigars and coffee that the major consented to speak on the subject of Mrs. Dallas' strange conduct.,Patricia gasped, and in the moment's silence that fell she gave the promising authoress a little shake.,"I love Maurice. I intend to marry him," she repeated, and an obstinate expression came over her face.,"You are just in time, David, as I was telling these gentlemen about your hunt after those wretches. Did you see anyone?",It was Dido who spoke first. She noticed that the eyes of her mistress constantly strayed in the direction of "Ashantee," and with the jealousy begotten of deep affection, she guessed that the girl's thoughts were fixed upon the much-hated Maurice. At once she spoke reproachfully, and in the grotesque negro dialect, which, however, coming from Dido's mouth, inspired no one with merriment.,"How was it David saw the crime committed?","I've been working on my panel study," she said, with an effort at brightness. "I don't seem to get it finished to my liking, and the time is getting perilously short, you know.","Well, let me take you home through the garden then—and, yes, I believe I'll stay to supper with Mrs. Henderson. Don't you want to tell me what a little girl like you did in a big city, and—and read me part of that Paris letter I saw the postman give Jane this afternoon?",Jen rose to leave the room, more wounded than he chose to confess.,"True," said Jen; "and why should these wretches have murdered that man?".