“No; why? I now of him.”
“What do you know of him?”
“Oh, nothing much. I believe he is a great lady’s man.”
“I’ve met him,” said Hal; and she proceeded to tell of the motor mishap and subsequent meeting.
Lorraine was interested and amused, but for some strange reason Hal did not tell the tale with her usual gusto, and nothing in her voice or manner suggested it was more than the most casual of meetings. Lorraine, a little preoccupied with her own feelings, for a wonder did not discern that Hal treated the incident with a lightness not quite natural, considering how exceedingly unlooked-for it was, and before the recital was quite finished Jean looked in to inquire if Lorraine would see Mr. Hermon. Lorraine replied in the affirmative, and a moment later Alymer Hermon entered the room.
“I’m so sorry you are not well,” he said, in his frank, pleasant way. “I only heard of it last night.”
“And then you sent me violets. It was nice of you. I appreciate them so much.”
“I guessed Dick,” put in Hal, who had not risen from her stool. “I did not think you would have the energy to think of them.”
“I have been feeling rather exhausted since,” he told her lightly.
“Take the arm chair,” said Lorraine smilingly, “and have a good rest.”