“You are living in town now?” he asked.
“Yes, I am staying with some friends. My mother is living down at Brighton, and I divide my time between them,” said Miss Davison.
Gerard hesitated. He wanted more than ever to know all about her, to be able to meet her at her home, to renew the acquaintance which had delighted and impressed him so much. But her words seemed to imply quite clearly that she had no such wish on her side.
“I—I had heard—the Aldingtons thought”—he stammered at last—“that you were married.”
She smiled.
“I’m not a marrying girl,” she said.
There was a pause and then he grew bold.
“You’ve taken my advice and found an opening for your talents,” said he.
Miss Davison looked alarmed.
“What do you mean?” she said quickly.