The maid crossed the room, and disappeared through another door. Laura, with forced nonchalance, seated herself on the arm of the sofa, humming a popular air. Brockton turned and faced her.
"Then you do expect some one, eh?" he exclaimed.
Her heart was in her throat, but she remained outwardly calm as she replied carelessly:
"Only one of the girls who used to be in the same company with me. But I'm not sure that she's coming here."
"Then the wire was from her?"
"Yes."
"Did she say what train she was coming on?"
"No."
"Well, there are a lot of trains. About what time did you expect her in?"
"She didn't say."