"Miss Lucy," she said, "you were so kind to me this morning, so kind and helpful."
"I didn't know it."
"No, you didn't know it." Miss Keating looked down, and she smiled as if at some pleasant secret of her own. "I think when we are really helping each other we don't know it. You couldn't realise what it meant to me, your just coming up and speaking to me that way."
"I'm very glad," said Jane; and thought she meant it.
Miss Keating smiled again. "I wonder," she said, "if I might ask you to help me again?"
"If I can."
"You look as if you could. I'm in a great difficulty, and I would like you—if you would—to give me your advice."
"That," said Jane, "is a very dangerous thing to give."
"It wouldn't be in this case. If I might only tell you. There's no one in the hotel whom I can speak to."
"Surely," said Jane, "there is Mrs. Tailleur, your friend."