"You are alone!" she said.
"Yes; Stretton would not come."
"None the less, I am very grateful."
She smiled as she spoke, and sat down, with her eyes upon him, waiting for his story. The disappointment was visible upon his face, but not upon hers. Pamela's indeed, was to him at this moment rather inscrutable. It was not indifferent, however. He recognised that, and was, in a way, consoled. It had been his fear that at the first word she would dismiss the subject, and turn her back on it for good. On the contrary, she was interested, attentive.
"You found him, then?" she asked.
"Yes. You would like to hear what passed?"
"Of course."
"Even though I failed?"
She looked at him with some surprise at his insistence.
"Yes, yes," she said, a little impatiently.