She stooped and kissed him hurriedly, and then left the room, that he might not see the tears brimming over in her eyes.
The next morning she rang up Lorraine’s flat, to know if she had come back yet. She was rather surprised when Jean her maid answered. It was not like Lorraine to go away without her maid.
“You don’t know when to expect her?…” she repeated uncertainly.
“No; Miss Vivian said she might come any day, or she might stay over another Sunday. She has the motor with her.”
“Is she far from a station?” Hal asked, contemplating the possibility of joining her on Saturday if she had not returned.
“About seven miles, I think. She went down in the car, and is coming back in it. I have had one letter, in which she says she is having lovely weather, and absolute rest, and feeling much better.”
“That’s good. Well, if she comes back suddenly will you ask her to ’phone me? I want to see her.”
But neither the next day nor the one after was there any call, and in reply to a second query on Saturday, Jean said she had only received a wire that morning saying she was staying until Tuesday.
Hal was a little puzzled that she had not been invited down for the second weekend, but decided Lorraine must have meant to return and changed her mind at the last moment, leaving no time to get a message to her.
A later encounter with Dick, however, puzzled her more than ever.