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"But I don't understand--","I will inform you in a few minutes," replied Lady Meg. "But first tell me if you have found out anything likely to reveal the truth.",This was easier said than done, as Mrs. Dallas would not allow Maurice to set foot in the house. Still Maurice hoped to learn the truth from the tramp himself, a hope that proved futile also, Battersea had gone on one of his begging excursions, and for quite a week was not seen in the neighborhood of "Ashantee." Then he suddenly made his appearance at the house, and asked to see Maurice. On being led into the hall, Alymer came out to speak with him, and after a few words he took the old man into the library. Jen, who was rather curious to know what Maurice might learn from the disreputable old scamp, waited patiently for the termination of the interview. As Alymer did not reappear, he sought the library, and found the young man alone.,"Ah!" said Sarby, walking toward the door, "you will know the reason when you learn the truth!","What does she want to see me about?" asked Jen, coldly.,"Why, you goose! Don't you see that it makes it easy for you!" cried Patricia, her eyes dancing. "You can simply put your nice big box of candy on the model stand during a rest, and they won't dare ask you to do any stunts with him in the room.","Poor thing, she's done it at last!" cried Patricia compassionately. "Then what happened?","I can't exactly describe it. A rich, heavy, deadly sort of thing, likely, I should think, to dull the sharpest senses.",It was not until all the guests had gone, and David and his friends had taken their reluctant leave with fervid promises of speedy reunion at Greycroft, and the packers had disappeared with the big canvas and the cartoons [Transcriber's note: cartons?], and Hannah Ann and Henry had reduced everything to a state of perfection that even the most critical Symons in the world could not cavil at, and Bruce had said his last farewells and was on the blue rug at the studio door with his hand on the knob to usher them out, that Patricia found utterance for her seething thoughts.,"H'm!" said Maurice. "It is devil-worship, pure and simple.","Nobody's asked me," she repeated more firmly, "and so I'm not going to make any. So there!","I wish this were the night for night life," said Patricia fervently. "I'd stay and watch you begin——".