"You don't know how glad I was to see you come in," she said.
She met his rather startled glance with the most open candor as she spoke.
"It is very civil of you to say so," he said; "but you can hardly expect me to believe it, you know. It is too good to be true."
"I thought it was too good to be true when the door opened," she answered cheerfully. "I should have been glad to see anybody, almost"—
"Well, that," he interposed, "isn't quite so civil."
"It is not quite so civil to"—
But there she checked herself, and asked him a question with the most naive seriousness.
"Are you a great friend of Lady Theobald's?" she said.
"No," he answered. "I am a relative."
"That's worse," she remarked.