Jane tried to set everybody at their ease by talking in a clear, cool voice about the beautiful decorations, the perfect management of the hotel. The two drank their coffee hastily and left the table. In the doorway Lucy drew the head-waiter aside.
"Who," said he, "is that lady in the window?"
"The lady in the window, sir? Miss Keating, sir."
"I mean—the other lady."
The head-waiter looked reproachfully at Lucy and apologetically at Jane.
"The lady in black, sir? You want to know her name?"
"Yes."
"Her name, sir, is Mrs. Tailleur."
His manner intimated respectfully that Lucy would not like Mrs. Tailleur, and that, if he did, she would not be good for him.
The brother and sister went out into the hotel garden. They strolled up and down the cool, green lawns that overhung the beach.