Both Constance and Dr. Heath fancy that they comprehend the situation almost instantaneously. The stranger’s movements have been so cat-like, his voice so carefully modulated, that Aunt Honor reads on, never dreaming that an addition has been made to the party. Dr. Heath is the first to speak.
“Upon my word,” he says, with a touch of coldness in his tone; “this is quite dramatic.”
“It’s a very good tableaux,” admits the new comer, “but dramatic as the present day drama goes? No, it’s too naturally brought about, as you will admit, when I explain my presence here. Your mention of my name, while I lay sprawled across the great branch, within easy hearing, was rather sensational, to me, but, of course you can explain that.”
By this time Constance has recovered herself, and rises to the occ
