Lexy jerked her arm away, and looked up at the windows of the sun parlor. The woman had gone.
“I saw Caroline!” she said. “In there!”
“Caroline?” he repeated. “I’m afraid, I’m very much afraid, Miss Moran, that you’ve made a mistake.”
Their eyes met. In that instant, Lexy knew. He was still smiling with an expression of bland amusement at this extraordinary little figure in the huge coat; but he was her enemy, and she knew it.
“Suppose we go on?” he suggested. “I believe it’s raining.”
They turned and walked side by side around the house to the front door, where Captain Grey stood waiting.
“I say!” he exclaimed anxiously. “Your hair—your shoes—you’ll take a chill, Miss Moran!”
“I feel anxious about Miss Moran myself,” said Dr. Quelton. “I’m afraid she’s a very imprudent young lady.”
But Lexy said nothing.