ant eyes had a shifty
look in them--probably, as Mrs. Godfrey suggested, from their being set
a little closely together. In age he appeared to be between thirty and
forty.

He could see little of Miss Jacobi except the dark, glossy coil of hair
under her hat; for during the entire service she was as motionless as a
statue, and never once turned her face in Malcolm's direction--even
when her brother spoke to her she answered without looking at him.
Whether Miss Jacobi was a devout worshipper or a mere automaton was not
for him to judge; she might have her own reasons for not joining in the
singing.

Colonel Godfrey was always a little fussy about his hat in church, and
so it was that Malcolm and Mrs. Godfrey were still in their places when
the Jacobis passed their pew. Malcolm seized his opportunity and looked
well at Miss Jacobi, but she did not appear to notice him.

She was certainly a most striking-looking woman. Indeed, Malcolm's
trained eye was obliged to confess that she was really beautiful. The
features were perfect, and the clear olive complexion, just flushed
with heat, was wonderfully effective, while the large, melancholy eyes
were full of a strange, flashing light.

"What a superb creature!" was Malcolm's first unuttered thought. His
second showed his keen insight--"But it is not a happy face, and with
all its beauty, there is no restfulness of expression."

Colonel Godfrey was still brushing his hat in the anxious manner
peculiar to the well-dressed Englishman when they reached the porch. To
Malcolm's surprise he saw Miss Jacobi and her brother in animated
conversation with a little group of ladies, made up of Etheridges and
Sinclairs. Malcolm, who knew them all, was at once greeted as an old
acquaintance, and, to Mrs. Godfrey's secret amusement, the Jacobis were
introduced to him. Miss Jacobi bowed to him in rather a grave, reserved
manner, but her brother shook hands with real or assumed cordiality.

"I am delighted to make your acquaintance, Mr. Herrick," he observed
volubly. "We have a mutual friend, I believe. What a capital fellow
Templeton is--charming--charming! We are going to put him up at our
diggings for a few days;" and then before Malcolm could answer, some
one tapped Mr. Jacobi on the shoulder and asked him a question, and
Malcolm found himself beside Miss Jacobi.

"Mr. Templeton is an intimate friend of yours, is he not?" she asked
carelessly. Her voice was very full and rich, but s