He was announced, and came in. As with Daisy yesterday, they did not greet one another. She was sitting at her writing-table, but did not rise, and for a moment he stood opposite her, just looking at her with those blue, boyish eyes which she knew could be so merry, but did not know could be so dumbly, hopelessly sad.
Then he spoke, quite quietly.
"You ran away unexpectedly, Mrs. Halton," he said.
"Yes; I thought it was best."
"Miss Daisy also left yesterday. I suppose you have seen her?" he said.
"Yes, she spent the night here."
"Are you friends?"
"Yes."
Tom Lindfield sat down on the arm of the low chair opposite the writing-table.
"That's the cleverest thing I've ever heard," he said. "I think you owe me something, and I think you ought to tell me how you managed it. If she has forgiven you, perhaps I might."