"Is he here?" She looks about her.
"No, madame, he is gone this moment in a taxi—to the Hotel Bristol, I heard him say."
Mrs. Harding, faltering. "Is—any one—here?"
"No, madame, no one—milady was here a moment ago. She, too, has gone out." (This is a lie but of course the maid is a French maid.)
"Then it is true—there is some one——" She is just saying this when the bell rings, the door opens and there enters—Sir John Trevor.
"You!" says Mrs. Harding.
"I am too late!" gasps Sir John.
She goes to him tremblingly—"After all these years," she says.
"It is a long time."
"You have not changed."