“It would make a difference in my—attitude toward him when we met!” she smiled.
“Naturally! a very great difference.” Elaine was nervous, she saw. The fact that Croyden did not come out and stop them, that he let them go on, was sufficient proof that he had not recognized her.
“You see, I am assuming that you know why I wanted to come to Hampton,” Elaine said, when, her greeting made to Mrs. Carrington, she had carried Davila along to her room.
“Yes, dear,” Davila responded.
“And you made it very easy for me to come.”
“I did as I thought you would want—and as I know you would do with me were I in a similar position.”
“I’m sadly afraid I should not have thought of you, were you——”
“Oh, yes, you would! If you had been in a 260 small town, and Mr. Croyden had told you of my difficulty——”
“As Mr. Macloud told you of mine—I see, dear.”
“Not exactly that,” said Davila, blushing. “Mr. Macloud has been very attentive and very nice and all that, you know, but you mustn’t forget there are not many girls here, and I’m convenient, and—I don’t take him seriously.”