The Kingdom of the Blind
"A lady to see you, sir," Jarvis announced discreetly.
Granet turned quickly around in his chair. Almost instinctively he pulled down the roll
top of the desk before which he was seated. Then he rose to his feet and held out his
hand. He managed with an effort to conceal the consternation which had succeeded his
first impulse of surprise.
"Miss Worth!" he exclaimed.
She came towards him confidently, her hands outstretched, slim, dressed in sober black,
he cheeks as pale as ever, her eyes a little more brilliant. She threw her muff into a chair
and a moment afterwards sank into it herself.
"You have been expecting me?" she asked eagerly.
Granet was a little taken aback.
"I have been hoping to hear from you," he said. "You told me, if you remember, not to
"It was better not," she assented. "Even after you left I had a great deal of trouble. That
odious man, Major Thomson, put me through a regular cross-examination again, and I
had to tell him at last--"
"What?" Granet exclaimed anxiously.
"That we were engaged to be married," she confessed. "There was really no other way
out of it."
"That we were engaged," Granet repeated blankly.
"He pressed me very hard," she went on, "and I am afraid I made some admissions--well,
there were necessary--which, to say the least of it, were compromising. There was only
one way out of it decently for me, and I took it. You don't mind?"
"Of course not," he replied.
"There was father to be considered," she went on. "He was furious at first--"
"You told your father?" he interrupted.