“I didn’t like the society.”
“I should hope not. Of course, I know you didn’t. Why did you ever come to such a place?”
There was severity rather than sympathy in his look.
“I was tired of the dull country life,” Monica replied frankly. “And then I didn’t know what the shops and the people were like.”
“Do you need a life of excitement?” he asked, with a sidelong glance.
“Excitement? No, but one must have change.”
When they reached Herne Hill, Widdowson became silent, and presently he allowed the horse to walk.
“That is my house, Miss Madden—the right-hand one.”
Monica looked, and saw two little villas, built together with stone facings, porches at the doors and ornamented gables.
“I only wanted to show it you,” he added quickly. “There’s nothing pretty or noticeable about it, and it isn’t at all grandly furnished. My old housekeeper and one servant manage to keep it in order.”