Once in the familiar room he looked about it quickly, heaved a great sigh of relief, threw his cap on the table, and laid his hands on the back of a chair affectionately, as if greeting an old friend.
Mrs. Hilary shut the window carefully. “Did any one see you come through the garden?” she asked.
“No.”
“Sure?”
“Quite.”
“Well, thank Heaven for that much.”
“Helen?” he begged. “No danger of her seeing me?” he added.
“No—no—of course not,” Angela replied promptly. “I told you she was in town.”
Hugh sighed. “I want to see her—but I mustn’t.”
“Of course you mustn’t.” Mrs. Hilary was plainly shocked at the very idea. “Of course not—but I’m sure she’d want to see you, if she knew—and, if she hadn’t been in town, she might help you. Do you know? I almost wish she’d come in by accident, and find you.”