The lady nodded.
"We shall stay for a week if we like it," she said. "If not, we shall go on to Dieppe. Did you get my letter?"
"Letter!" Wrayson repeated. "No! Have you written to me?"
She nodded.
"I wrote to you a week ago."
"I have been staying near here," Wrayson said, "and my letters have not been forwarded."
He bent a little lower over the table. The perfume of violet scent was almost unbearable, but he did not flinch.
"You had some news for me?" he asked eagerly.
"Yes!" she answered. "I'm not going to tell you now. We are going to sit outside after dinner. You must come to us there. No good having smart friends unless you make use of them," she added, with a shrill little laugh.
"I shall take some chairs and order coffee," Wrayson said. "In the meantime—?"