He was gloomy, and looked at her searchingly.
“I mustn’t wait to talk now, Mr. Widdowson. It’s very late.”
“Very late indeed. It surprised me to see you.”
“Surprised you? Why should it?”
“I mean that it seemed so very unlikely—at this hour.”
“Then how could you have hoped to see me?”
Monica walked on, with an air of displeasure, and Widdowson kept beside her, incessantly eyeing her countenance.
“No, I didn’t really think of seeing you, Miss Madden. I wished to be near the place where you were, that was all.”
“You saw me come out I dare say.”
“No.”