"You'll not forget Saturday afternoon," he said as he shook hands.
She nodded and put up her umbrella, for it was beginning to rain.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Evelyn found Owen waiting for her. As soon as she came into the room he said, "Well, have you seen your father?"
She was not expecting him, and it was disagreeable to admit that she had not been to Dulwich. So she said that she had thought to find her father at St. Joseph's.
"But how did you know he was not at home if you did not go to Dulwich?"
"My gracious, Owen, how you do question me! Now, perhaps you would like to know which of the priests told me."
She walked to the window and stood with her left hand in the pocket of her jacket, and he feared that the irritation he had involuntarily caused her would interfere with his projects for the afternoon. There passed in his eyes that look of absorption in an object which marks the end of a long love affair—a look charged with remembrance, and wistful as an autumn day.