"Am I? How? In what way?"
"In the way we've been talking about. I suppose you know how remarkable you are?"
"No; I really don't think I do."
"Then," said Mrs. Tailleur, "you are all the more remarkable."
"Don't you think," she added, "we had better go back?"
They went back. As they mounted the steps to the garden door they saw Miss Keating approaching it from the inside. She moved along the low wall that overlooked the path by which they had just come. There was no crunching of pebbles under her feet. She trod, inaudibly, the soft edge of the lawn.
Lucy held the door open for Miss Keating when Mrs. Tailleur had passed through; but Miss Keating had turned suddenly. She made the pebbles on the walk scream with the vehemence of her retreat.
"Dear me," said Lucy, "it must be rather painful to be as shy as that."
"Mustn't it?" said Mrs. Tailleur.