The gong for luncheon sounded; but still she lingered in her room, reluctant to leave this quiet haven for the dining-room and the disquieting influence of her unresponsive neighbour. But the ordeal had to be faced. It was ridiculous to allow her nervousness to get the upper hand. With an action that was almost violent in the suddenness of her resolve, she opened the door, and stepping into the passage went swiftly along to the dining-room. At the door of the dining-room she and Hallam met face to face. He was going in, but he drew back to allow her to precede him. Thanking him briefly, she passed him and went on and took her seat. He followed leisurely. When he was seated and waiting to be served, he turned to her with unexpected suddenness and observed:
“You missed a great deal this morning through oversleeping. I have never seen a finer sunrise in my life than the one I witnessed on my walk.”
“You were up at sunrise?”
Her surprised tone, the almost incredulous look in her eyes, drew a wondering glance from him. She saw it and felt furious with herself for her stupidity. She had imagined him sleeping late that morning, had supposed his non-appearance at breakfast was the result of his overnight excess; and she had been tactless enough to betray surprise on learning that he had been abroad so early. She flushed with confusion and averted her eyes.
“I am always up before the sun,” he said. “I do most of my walking before breakfast. It’s the best time of the day.”
“Yes,” she agreed; “I suppose it is. I slept late.”
An inexplicable vindictiveness came over her. She turned to him again and added almost brusquely:
“I was extraordinarily wakeful last night. I did not get to sleep before the dawn broke.”
“You should cultivate the habit of sleeping in a hurry,” he advised. “I get all the rest I need in a few hours.”
He began to eat. She watched him for a moment in silence and with a swift compunction for her recent ill-humour.