'What else have you got to say me?'
'What do you want to hear about?' said Hazel demurely. 'I liked the reading very much,all that I heard of it. And the people seemed to like you.'
'Did you think I would not find you out?'
'And you did not!' she said triumphantly.
'I should have found you out in another half hour. I saw you, and you bothered me very much, but the lights were in my eyes. Did you hope I would not see you, Hazel?'
She laughed gaily. 'Of course I hoped that! How did I "bother" you, please?'
'Something I did not understand. Gyda, won't you take Miss
Kennedy where she can wash her face?'
Gyda led the way to her kitchen, a little detached building connected with the house by a covered way. It was warm and light with fire and full of savoury odours from the cookery going on. Here the young lady was supplied with a bowl of water and a napkin, and Hazel came back very much refreshed.
It was now half-past twelve o'clock and more. Dr. Arthur was come, and there were preparations on foot for supper. Reo had come to, and was sent to Gyda's little kitchen to get some refreshment, while the others supped.
'Now,' said Rollo, as he gave Wych Hazel some porridge and filled her cup, 'you may begin and give an account of yourself.'