Perhaps this trend of character was the result of her inherited love of
the open. With almost unlimited funds under her own hand, she lived
simply. She was never happy in smart society, though it was always
making demands upon her. When abroad, she was generally prowling
through queer little shops instead of mingling with the dress parades
on the grand-hotel terraces. There was no great battle-field in Europe
she had not trod upon. She knew them so well that she could people
each field with the familiar bright regiments, bayonets and sabers,
pikes and broadswords, axes and crossbowmen, matchlock and catapult,
rifles and cannon.
And what she did not know of naval warfare her father did. They were
very companionable. There was never any jealousy on the part of the
admiral. Indeed, he was always grateful when some young man evinced a
deep regard for his daughter. He would have her always, married or
unmarried. He was rich enough, and the son-in-law should live with
him. He was so assured of her good judgment, he knew that whenever
this son-in-law came along, there would be another man in the family.
He had long ceased to bother his head about the flylike buzzing of
fortune hunters. He had been father and mother and brother to the
child, and with wisdom.
She smiled at her father, gave her hand to Fitzgerald, who found it
warm and moist from the ride, and glanced inquiringly at Breitmann.
"My dear," said her father, "this is Mr. Breitmann, my new secretary."
That gentleman bowed stiffly, and the scars faded somewhat when he
observed that her hand was extended in welcome. This unconventionality
rather confused him, and as he took the hand he almost kissed it. She
understood the innocence of the gesture, and saved him from
embarrassment by withdrawing the hand casually.
"I hope you will like it here," was the pleasant wish.
"Thank you, I shall."
"You are German?" quickly.
"I was born in Bavaria, Miss Killigrew."
"The name should have told me." She excused herself.
"Oho!" thought Fitzgerald, with malicious exultancy. "If she doesn't
interfere with your work!"
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