“But there is a gentleman in the drawing-room who asked to see you,” the servant now added.
“To see me?”
“Yes, miss.”
“Who is it?”
“He told me his name, but I don’t remember it. A doctor.”
She was a girl from the country, not yet quite used to her new ways, and unfamiliar with the names and faces of the town’s people.
“You ought not to have let him in, Melanie,” said Margaret reproachfully. “To-day of all days.”
“That’s right, miss, I thought so, too. But he would not go away. He brought a message for you.”
Margaret went into the drawing-room against her will, keeping on her hat and mourning veil as a hint to the importunate visitor to depart. She found herself face to face with Raymond Bercy.
“Miss Roquevillard,” he murmured, as much overcome as she was.