"Dick," she said quickly, as she held out her hand to him, "I did so want to talk to you. I have to rush off to a theatre. So I sent in for you. Why wouldn't you speak to me?"
That he should have any reason to avoid her she seemed calmly and completely unconscious. And so unembarrassed was her manner that even with her voice in his ears and her face before him, delicate and pretty as of old, Dick almost believed that never had he spoken of love to her, and never had she answered him.
"You are married?" he asked.
Violet nodded her head. She did not, however, introduce her husband. She took no notice of him whatever. She did not mention her new name.
"And you?" she asked.
Linforth laughed rather harshly.
"No."
Perhaps the harshness of the laugh troubled her. Her forehead puckered.
She dropped her eyes from his face.
"But you will," she said in a low voice.
Linforth did not answer, and in a moment or two she raised her head again. The trouble had gone from her face. She smiled brightly.