“Perhaps he thinks he knows me,” she thought. “Well, he doesn’t, and he’s not going to, either!”
And she dismissed him from her mind.
“When did Caroline go?” she pondered, continuing her own miserable train of thought. “While I was doing cross words in the library? If she went out by the front door, she must have gone right past the library. She must have known I was there—and not even to say good-by!”
It hurt. She had grown very fond of the shy, quiet Caroline, and she had firmly believed that Caroline was fond of her. What is more, she had thought Caroline trusted her.
“She didn’t though. All the time, when we were so friendly together, she must have been planning this and—what?”
She stopped short, her dark brows meeting in a fierce frown, for the unknown man had come up beside her and spoken to her.
“Excuse me!” he said.
Lexy only looked at him, but he did not wither and perish under her scorn.
“I’ve got to speak to you,” he said. “It’s—look here! I’ve been waiting outside the house all morning. Look here, please! You’re Lexy, aren’t you?”
This was a little too much!