She pointed after the rapidly retreating "Angel" with a gesture which was almost tragic. He raised his hat.
"I beg your pardon? I don't think I have the pleasure----"
She paid no attention to his words.
"Who is that woman?" she repeated.
"Which woman?"
"That woman?"
"Really I--I think there's some mistake----"
To his amazement she burst into a passion of tears. "Cecil, don't speak to me like that--don't! don't! don't!"
Hubert stared. The young lady dropped her hands from before her face. She looked at him with streaming eyes.
"Who is that woman? Tell me! I've been longing for your coming, thinking of all that I should say to you, wishing that the minutes were but seconds--and you've been here all the time! You must have come hours before you told me that your train was due. What is the meaning of it all?"