"Cecil!" she exclaimed.
Hubert looked at her. She was a magnificent woman, planned altogether on a magnificent scale, with a profusion of red-gold hair, and a pair of the biggest and brightest eyes Hubert, with all his wide experience, ever remembered to have seen.
"It is the Danvers!" he inwardly decided. "What a 'oner'!"
But he was equal to the occasion. He generally was--more than equal. He held out his hand to her with a little sudden burst.
"You!" he cried.
The lady, however, did not immediately respond to his advances. On the contrary, she put her hands behind her back.
"This is an unexpected pleasure. I didn't expect to see you here. I thought you were in Paris."
As a matter of fact according to the most recent advices, Cecil was in Paris. But, of course, Hubert had nothing to do with that.
"I only arrived last night. You--you don't seem glad to see me?"
"It is rather I who should ask the question. Are you glad to see me?"