When the bell had been rung, and answered, she really had taken a grip of herself.
"It is very nice of you to come and see me," she said. "When did you get back?"
"I arrived just before lunch," he said; "I came down in the motor."
"Wasn't it very cold?"
He nodded his head.
"Yes; the country is rather bleak just now." Then he smiled. "Now I will sit down," he said, "since my size is so alarming!"
Camilla's delicate fingers were picking at the lace on her sleeve a little nervously.
"So you have only been back an hour or two, and you came to see me at once. Now that was very sweet of you, Mr. Haverford. Some instinct must have told you that I was dull and lonely, and dying for a pleasant companion."
Haverford's brown face coloured a little.
"The truth is, Mrs. Lancing," he said, "I felt in need of sympathy, so I came to you."