CHAPTER XXXIV. IN THE DARK.
A week later, Alban Morris happened to be in Miss Ladd’s study, with a report to make on the subject of his drawing-class. Mrs. Ellmother interrupted them for a moment. She entered the room to return a book which Francine had borrowed that morning.
“Has Miss de Sor done with it already?” Miss Ladd asked.
“She won’t read it, ma’am. She says the leaves smell of tobacco-smoke.”
Miss Ladd turned to Alban, and shook her head with an air of good-humored reproof. “I know who has been reading that book last!” she said.
Alban pleaded guilty, by a look. He was the only master in the school who smoked. As Mrs. Ellmother passed him, on her way out, he noticed the signs of suffering in her wasted face.
“That woman is surely in a bad state of health,” he said. “Has she
