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 the young man, with indignation. Had it not been too much work, he would have formed moral reflections on woman's judgment of character. Instead, he puzzled once more over the situation: "A man covered with gold tics and diamond watch-strap buckles is not of the courier type. What's his game?"

He found no answer; and Borkman, when he reappeared later, stalking large in the river-garden, did not enlighten him. At the same moment wheels rattled in the road, and a victoria drew up at the verandah-end, with a flash of white through the sunny leafage.

It was she! it was also Aunt Julia: from one, a radiant, all-rewarding smile; from the other an indrawn chin and bird-like nod: and Owen found himself perched on a half-seat facing them, while Borkman, cracking a whip, led the way nobly in a high Tum-Tum cart with a Waler.