CHAPTER VIIITELLS HOW THE NIGHT BREEZE BLEW FROM THE NORTHWEST
AT dinner that evening Scanlon was surprised to find Miss Hohenlo. She wore a faded little smile and nodded girlishly to the trainer.
“It is such a task for me to dress,” she told him. “That’s why I so seldom come down of an evening. But the coming of your friend yesterday, and what Frederic has been telling me about him is quite exciting.”
Bat raised his brows inquiringly.
“Telling you about him?” said he.
“You know he mentioned his interest in old Count Hohenlo,” said Campe. “My aunt is pleased with that.”
“I see,” said Bat, and felt more at ease. Happening to turn his eyes in the midst of his complacency, he found those of Miss Knowles fixed upon him observantly.
“Your friend, Mr. Ashton-Kirk, must be a man of much le
