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"Did you happen to notice that?" Stagg whispered.
Gilbert nodded and beamed through his spectacles. There was a new light in his eye now; a quick, eager, boyish gleam irradiated by humour together with a keen appreciation of the enjoyment of the moment. Hitherto he had pursued these criminal investigations of his from the cold, hard, mathematical point of view and with a sense of detachment from his surroundings, much as if he had been a sort of machine. But evidently he was not impervious to the human note and the softness of the atmosphere about him in that comfortable room with its gleaming lamps had evidently not been without its effect. He glanced from the young man standing there, still a little pale and shaky, but otherwise self-possessed to the charming face of Stella and the dog-like devotion in the eyes of the other young man who sat there eyeing Hawthorne as if he had been a complete stranger. And, to all practical purposes, in Grandison's present state of health, he was.