Saumarez, who sat there writing industriously.
It was a thought embarrassing. They had avoided one another
yesterday--rather obviously--both striving to put off a necessarily
awkward meeting. Now it had come. And now, somehow, their eyes met for
a moment, and they laughed frankly, and the awkwardness was gone.
"Kathleen," said Mr. Woods, with conviction, "you're a dear."
"You broke my heart," said she, demurely, "but I'm going to forgive
you."
Mrs. Saumarez was not striving to be clever now. And, heavens (thought
Billy), how much nicer she was like this! It wasn't the same woman: