The girl shook her head. "None at all, I'm afraid."
"Did Mr. Henshaw's manner or state of mind strike you as being peculiar?"
"Not in the least," Miss Elyot answered with decision. "During the short time we were together our talk was quite commonplace, mostly of the changes in the county."
"Did he, Henshaw, know it formerly?" Morriston asked with some surprise.
"Oh, yes," Miss Elyot answered, "he used to stay with some people over at Lamberton; you remember the Peltons, Muriel?" she turned to Miss Tredworth. "Of course you do."
"Oh, yes," Muriel Tredworth answered. "I remember them quite well, although we didn't know much about them."
"Don't you recollect," Miss Elyot continued, "meeting this very Mr. Henshaw at a big garden party they gave. I know you played tennis with him."
"Did I?" Miss Tredworth replied. "What a memory you have, Gladys. You can't expect me to recollect every one of the scores of men I must have played tennis with."
As she spoke she caught Gifford's eye; he was watching her keenly, more closely perhaps than manners or tact warranted. "And do you find the place much changed since your time, Mr. Gifford?" she inquired, as though to relieve the awkwardness.
"Not as much as I could have imagined," he answered, through what seemed a fit of preoccupation.