Part 2 (2/2)

”It is now,” Mr. Parker declared, replying to his daughter's anxious glance, ”in perfectly safe hands.”

She sighed and shook her head at him.

”Daddy,” she murmured plaintively, ”why will you run such risks? Even Mr.

Cullen isn't an absolute idiot, you know, and there might have been some one else watching.”

Mr. Parker nodded.

”You are quite right, my dear,” he admitted. ”To tell you the truth, Cullen was really a little smarter than usual this evening. However, there's always the luck, you know--our luck! If Mr. Walmsley had turned out a different sort of man--but, then, I knew he wouldn't.”

She turned her head and looked at me. She had a trick of contracting the corners of her eyes just a little, which was absolutely bewitching.

”Will you tell me why you helped my father in this way, Mr. Walmsley?”

I returned her regard steadfastly.

”It never occurred to me,” I said, ”to do anything else--after I had recognized him.”

She smiled a little. My speech was obviously sincere. I think from that moment she began to realize why I had occupied the little table, opposite to the one where she so often sat, with such unfailing regularity.

”What about a music hall?” Mr. Parker suggested. ”I hear there's a good show on right across the street here. Have you any engagement for this evening, Mr. Walmsley?”

”None at all,” I hastened to a.s.sure him.

We left the place together a few minutes later and found a vacant box at the Tivoli. Arrived there, however, Mr. Parker soon became restless. He kept on seeing friends in the auditorium. We watched him, with his hat a little on the back of his head, going about shaking hands in various directions.

”How long have you been in England?” I asked my companion.

”Barely two months,” she replied. ”Do look at father! Wherever he goes it's the same. The one recreation of his life is making friends. The people he is speaking to to-night he has probably come across in a railroad train or an American bar. He makes lifelong friends.h.i.+ps every time he drinks a c.o.c.ktail, and he never forgets a face.”

”Isn't that a little trying for you?” I asked.

She laughed outright.

”If you could only see some of the people he brings up and introduces to me!”

We talked for some time upon quite ordinary subjects. As the time pa.s.sed on, however, and her father did not return, it seemed to me she became more silent. She told me very little about herself and the few personal things she said were always restrained. I was beginning to feel almost discouraged; she sat so long with a slight frown upon her forehead and her head turned away from me.

”Miss Parker,” I ventured at last, ”something seems to have displeased you.”

”It has,” she admitted.

”Will you please tell me what it is?” I asked humbly. ”If I have said or done anything clumsy give me a chance, at any rate, to let you see how sorry I am.”

She turned and faced me then.

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