The heavy-lidded eyes rested on her profile for a minute. “Don’t you?” said Sir Anthony.
A pulse began to beat rather fast in her throat. She waited.
“You are,” Sir Anthony said, “a curious mixture. You’d no suspicion of it?”
She laughed. “None, sir, upon my word.”
“A babe in our midst,” he remarked thoughtfully. “And yet — not a babe.”
“I told you, sir, that I have been about the world a little.”
“It may be that. Was all this junketting about by yourself, I wonder?”
She was being cross-examined. One must step warily. “There was usually a friend with me,” she answered indifferently.
“You must have spent a prodigious time touring Europe,” he said pensively.
“I don’t know why you should think so, sir. I made the Grand Tour.”