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Chapter VII.—The Perils of a Pretty Face-4
“I'm not so sure,” said Larose, “for to my thinking it was upon that night someone set a match to the trail of gunpowder destined to explode that dreadful mine not 24 hours after.” He spoke cheerfully. “But come, we'll dismiss consideration of that now, for this present journey may turn my thoughts into quite a different direction.” And then, Beatrice quite recovering her equanimity, they chatted gaily about plays, pictures, and social matters, causing Larose to think many times what an agreeable and charming companion he had with him. He dropped her in Ipswich, near the White Horse Hotel, arranging to meet her for lunch there, if he could possibly finish his business in time, if not, he said, he would be sure to call for her later in the afternoon. “A very charming girl,” was his comme
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