Her Faithful Knight — page 132: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XII. DARCY’ S SYMPATHY. Two days before the first public performance of ‘‘Love’s Right,” as Dorothy returned from her limited and strictly economical marketing, the landlady opened the door for her and informed her, with a considerable air of mystery, that a gentleman was waiting to see her in the parlor. “Such a handsome young’ gentleman, the handsomest ever I saw, and dressed like a prince,’’ she vouchsafed in a hissing whisper, with a smile that was almost a wink. “I told him I didn’t think you would be long, and he said he didn’t mind how long he waited, so affable and pleasant like.” “It is some message from the theatre, no doubt,” said Miss Knight coldly, as she made her way to the small back sitting-room looking out on a paved yard and a high brick wall. As she had half-guessed, the Hon. Darcy Derrick awaited her. His back was turned to the door, and he did not hear her light footsteps, being evidently deeply ab- sorbed by some object upon the table before him, at which he was gazing fixedly. A flush of vexation passed over Dorothy’s face as she perceived that he had taken down from the mantlepiece a photograph frame, within the closed doors of which she carried about a portrait of her sister and herself, taken some two years before, with Phyllis’ head pillowed on her shoulder. At the sound of her voice he started violently. “Please give me my picture, Mr. Darcy.” >. COMME IOONKS (S@)