“I’ve been at the offices all day.”
“I’ve been up to Eberwich,” she said innocently.
“Have you?”
“Yes. And I feel so cross because of it. I thought I might see you. I felt as if you were at home.”
She stitched a little, and glanced up secretly to watch his face redden, then she continued innocently,
“Yes—I felt you had come back. It is funny how one has a feeling occasionally that someone is near; when it is someone one has a sympathy with.” She continued to stitch, then she took a pin from her bosom, and fixed her work, all without the least suspicion of guile.
“I thought I might meet you when I was out——” another pause, another fixing, a pin to be taken from her lips—” but I didn’t.”
“I was at the office till rather late,” he said quickly.
She stitched away calmly, provokingly.
She took the pin from her mouth again, fixed down a fold of stuff, and said softly: