"Then why has he given no sign of life all these months?"
"I fancy he is waiting for the year of their mourning to elapse. But I confess that I am surprised that he has been able to restrain his impatience as long as this. Every day I have expected—"
"By Jove!" cried Campbell, springing to his feet, "there he is now!"
Miss Trevor turned and saw a tall figure emerge from the house.
Being plunged suddenly into the midst of romance, together with the unexpected and dramatic arrival of the hero, was too much for the little lady's composure. Her bag, her knitting, her glasses fell to the ground unheeded as she rose hurriedly to receive Lord Wilmersley.
"So glad to see you! Let me give you a cup of tea, or would you prefer some whiskey and soda?" She was so flustered that she hardly knew what she was saying.
"Thanks, I won't take anything. Hello, Guy! You here? Rather fancied I might run across you."
Cyril's eyes strayed anxiously hither and thither.
"Looking for Anita, are you?" asked Guy.
"I?" Cyril gave a start of guilty surprise. "Yes, I was wondering where she was." His tone was excessively casual.