"Lord Watergate, Miss Lorimer."
The grey eyes looked straight into hers, and a deep voice said—
"We have met before. But I scarcely ventured to regard myself as introduced to you."
Lord Watergate smiled as he spoke, and, with a sense of relief, Gertrude felt that here, at least, was a friendly presence.
"I met you at The Sycamores on Wednesday."
"If it could be called a meeting. That's a wonderful picture of Darrell's."
"Yes."
"Oakley has been telling me about the great success in photography of you and your sisters."
"I don't know about success!" Gertrude laughed.