A
moment later Dunwody saw pass before the door a figure which he
recognized, a face which called the blood to his own face. An
instant later, forgetting everything, he was at the door, had her
hands in his own.
"It is you!" he exclaimed. "How does it happen? It is impossible!"
Her face had more color than for days. "Yes, it is unexpected,"
she said simply, at last. "Everything is unexpected. But of all
things possible, this it seems to me is best--to come here--to rest
for a time."
"You are passing through to St. Louis?"
"Perhaps," she said. "My plans for the moment are somewhat
unsettled. I stopped off here, as no doubt you know, to serve as
godmother to this baby of Jeanne's! It is an important errand."
"But monsieur has not perfectly examined this infant as yet,"
interrupted Hector. "See, it has the eyes of Jeanne,--it has--"
"It is a darling!" said Josephine gently, and stroked the somewhat
scanty hair of the heiress of the Fournier estates.
In some way, a moment later, they were apart from the protestations
of the fond parents.
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