When the architect had inquired for the different members of my family,
and had finally rung off, I was certain of one thing. Louise Armstrong
was in love with Halsey, and the man she was going to marry was Doctor
Walker. Moreover, this decision was not new; marriage had been
contemplated for some time. There must certainly be some
explanation--but what was it?
That day I repeated to Louise the telegram Mr. Warton had opened.
She seemed to understand, but an unhappier face I have never seen. She
looked like a criminal whose reprieve is over, and the day of execution
approaching.