CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOAt about the same time that Charles and Stacy were talking at Saltings Randal March got out of his car, walked into the hall at Warne House, and enquired for Miss Maud Silver. Edna Snagge thought him a very good-looking man. She could admire Charles Forrest with his dark ugly charm, and she could admire as different a type as Randal March with his fair hair burned brown, his steady blue eyes, his look of health. She thought Miss Silver no end lucky to have the two of them coming to see her one after the other and nothing to bring them so far as she knew. She went to find her, and received a gracious word of explanation.
“Mr. March? Oh, yes—certainly. He is an old pupil of mine. So kind and attentive of him to call.”
Edna said, “I’ve put him in the little writing-room. Y
