“Ah, Mr. Pangbutt!”
She bowed to him formally, and added airily:
“So the river of life brings us together again in strange places!”
He came to meet her haltingly:
“I particularly wished to see you—alone,” he said in a low tone and with some embarrassment.
She bowed:
“We have drifted along such different ways,” she said coldly, “that I could scarcely believe the little servant when she told me so.”
“I came to see if I could be of any help,” he said, almost in a whisper.
She laughed lightly:
“Help?”