“Have you dined?”
“Well, not exactly, but I had an enormous tea at a wayside inn.”
“You look very tired.”
Evidently I still looked somewhat agitated by my adventure in the pine wood. No doubt for want of another explanation it must have struck her as fatigue.
“I have had rather a busy week.”
We moved towards the dining-room chatting freely and pleasantly, and I could not help contrasting her present friendliness with the hauteur and strictly formal manner she had displayed at our first meeting.
We sat and talked while I ate sandwiches.
“Harry said he was going to meet you.”
“I rather thought he might do so, and I looked out for him.”
“It is very rude of him not to have done so, or not to have been at home when you came. I shall scold him severely.”