He gave her his hand, and gravely assisted her to the ground on the other side.
They were nearing the porch, and already the sounds of gay voices reached them through the stillness of the summer night, when Jean turned abruptly to the man at her side.
"By the way, Mr. Farr, we are to have a visitor shortly, and I hope you men will help us to make it pleasant for her."
He uttered some polite commonplace, and Jean went on:
"Perhaps you know Helen's friend, a Miss Stuart of New York."
A sudden recollection flashed through Farr's mind.
"Not one chance in a thousand that it should be the same," he thought, as he answered indifferently, "I think not."
"I thought possibly you might have met," she said carelessly. "She seems to know almost everyone."
He half turned to put a question to her, but already they were at the vine-covered porch, and Nan's jolly greeting lost him the opportunity.