Bane?" she said, returning his
smile. "Aboard the Anders Liner, coming up from Jamaica, two years ago
this last winter? Professor Ernest Grayling is my father."
"Indeed!" he exclaimed. "You are Miss Grayling? I remember you and
your father clearly. Fancy meeting you here!" and Mr. Bane insisted on
taking her hand. "And how is the professor? No need to ask after your
health, Miss Grayling."
As they walked on together Louise took more careful note of the actor.
He had the full habit of a well-fed man, but was not gross. He was
athletic, indeed, and his head was poised splendidly on broad
shoulders. Louise saw that his face was massaged until it was as pink
and soft as a baby's, without a line of close shaving to be detected.
The network of fine wrinkles at the outer corners of his eyes was
scarcely distinguishable. That there was a faint dust of powder upon
his face she noted, too.
Judson Bane was far, however, from giving the impression of effeminacy.
Quite the contrary. He looked able to do heroic things in real life as
well as in the drama.
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