ognise her. She reminded him more of the woman of the
tea-shop. Her costume, neat and correct though it was, was studiously
unobtrusive. Her motoring veil, too, was obviously worn to assist her in
escaping notice.
She, too, came to a standstill at seeing him. Her first ejaculations
betrayed a surprise which bordered on consternation. Then Francis,
with a sudden inspiration, pointed to the long envelope which she was
carrying in her hand.
"You have been to book a passage somewhere!" he exclaimed.
"Well?"
The monosyllable was in her usual level tone. Nevertheless, he could see
that she was shaken:
"You were going away without seeing me again?"' he asked reproachfully.
"Yes!" she admitted.
"Why?"
She looked up and down a little helplessly.
"I owe you no explanation for my conduct," she said. "Please let me
pass."
"Could we talk for a few minutes, please?" he begged. "Tell me where you
were going?"
"Oh, back to lunch, I suppose," she answered.
"Your father has been up, looking for you," he told her.
"I telephoned to The Sanctuary," she replied. "He had just left."
"I am very anxious," he continued, "not to distress you, but I cannot
let you go away like this. Will you come to my rooms and let us talk for
a little time?"
She made no answer. Somehow, he realised that speech just then was
difficult. He called a taxi and handed her in. They drove to Clarges
Street in silence. He led the way up the stairs, gave some quick
orders to his servant whom he met coming down, ushered her into his
sitting-room and saw her ensconced in an easy-chair.
"Please take off that terrible veil," he begged.
"It is pinned on to my hat," she told him.
"Then off with both," he insisted. "You can't eat luncheon like that.
I'm not going to try and bully you. If you've booked your passage to
Timbuctoo and you really want to go--why, you must. I only want the
chance of letting you know that I am coming after you."
She took off her hat and veil and threw them on to the sofa, glancing
sideways at a mirror let into the door of a cabinet.
"My hair is awful," she declared:
He laughed gaily, and turned around from the sideboard, where he was
busy mixing cocktails.
"Thank heavens for that touch of humanity!" he exclaimed. "A woman who
can bother about her hair when she takes her hat off, is never past
praying for. Please drink this."
She obeyed. He took the empty glass away from her. Then he came over to
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