XXVII
"Miss lily?"
She lifted her head from the sofa cushion in the dark, dazzled by the sudden lamp-light.
"What is it?" she asked, averting her face.
"There's a gentleman says he'd like to see you——"
The girl turned, still dully confused; then, rigid, sat bolt upright.
"Who?"
"A gentleman—said you don't know his name. Shall I show him in?"
She managed to nod; her heart was beating so violently that she pressed her hand over it.
