CHAPTER III
That day Craven walked away from Lady Sellingworth’s house with Miss Van Tuyn, leaving Sir Seymour Portman behind him.
Miss Van Tuyn was staying with a friend at the Hyde Park Hotel, and, as she said she wanted some air, Craven offered to accompany her there on foot.
“Do!” she said in her frank and very conscious way. “I’m afraid of London on a Sunday.”
“Afraid!”
“As I’m afraid of a heavy, dull person with a morose expression. Please don’t be angry.”
Craven smiled.
“I know! Paris is much lighter in hand than London on a Sunday.”
“Isn’t it? But there are people in London! Isn’t she a precious person?”
“Lady Sellingworth?”