Lexy sat down again.
“Was she as you expected her to be?” she asked.
“I don’t quite know what I expected,” he said. “Only—”
He paused for a long time, and Lexy waited patiently, for she felt very sorry for Captain Grey. At first sight she had imagined him to be haughty, stiff, and aloof. She knew now that he was a very sensitive man. He was terribly moved, and he wanted to tell her, but he couldn’t.
She tried to help him.
“Dr. Quelton came to see me this morning,” she observed.
“Yes—he said he would. Very decent sort of chap, don’t you think?”
“Do you mean you liked him?” asked Lexy.
Captain Grey was a little startled by this Yankee notion of liking a person at first sight.
“Well, you see,” he said, “I’ve only met him once; but he seems to me a very decent sort of chap. He’s clever, you know, and—and so on, and my sister seems very happy with him.”