"I won't give any name," said Bundle. "I just want to see Mr. Thesiger on important business."
The grave gentleman bowed and withdrew, shutting the door noiselessly behind him.
There was a pause.
"It's a nice morning," said the fair girl timidly.
"It's an awfully nice morning," agreed Bundle.
There was another pause.
"I motored up from the country this morning," said Bundle, plunging once more into speech. "And I thought it was going to be one of those foul fogs. But it wasn't."
"No," said the other girl. "It wasn't." And she added: "I've come up from the country too."
Bundle eyed her more attentively. She had been slightly annoyed at finding the other there. Bundle belonged to the energetic order of people who like "to get on with it," and she foresaw that the second visitor would have to be disposed of and got rid of before she could broach her own business. It was not a topic she could introduce before a stranger.
Now, as she looked more closely, an extraordinary idea rose in her brain. Could it be? Yes, the girl was in deep mourning; her black, silk-clad ankles showed that. It was a long shot, but Bundle was convinced that her idea was right. She drew a long breath.