"In what way?" I asked, at once interested.
"She wanted to know what you did—how you spent your time. When I told her that you had no profession, that you did nothing except play cricket and polo, and hunt and shoot, she seemed most unaccountably surprised. She appeared almost incredulous when I told her that you seldom came to London, and still more seldom went abroad. I wonder what she had in her head?"
"I have no idea," I answered thoughtfully. "I suppose it was only ordinary curiosity. In America all the men do something."
"That must be so, no doubt," my cousin admitted, "but it didn't sound like it. I wonder whether we shall see her this evening?"
I did not wonder at all! It seemed to me that I knew!
CHAPTER V
ON THE TERRACE
It was not until after my guests had departed, and I had almost given up hope, that I caught sight of her. She was seated at a table in the writing-room, and was in the act of sealing a letter. She looked up as I entered, and, after a second's hesitation, bowed coldly. I summoned up all my pluck, however, and approached her.
"Good evening, Miss Van Hoyt!" I said.
"Good evening, Mr. Courage!" she answered, proceeding to stamp her envelope.