"Have you lost your way?" she inquired.
"Not to-day."
"Where were you trying to go?"
"White's Cottage."
"Oh!" she said. He did not look amused, but she felt as if he were, and clearly it was not accident that had brought him.
"How did you know I was here?" she asked. "There are not many people who could have told you. I have retired, you know."
He settled his eyeglass carefully in the way she remembered, and looked first at the cottage and then at her. "I observe the retirement," he said; "but the corduroy?"
"I am wearing out my old clothes first," she answered.
Just then Johnny's voice was heard. "Hadn't I better water the plants?" it asked. Next moment Mr. Gillat came in sight carrying a big water can. "Julia hadn't I better—" he began, then he saw the visitor.
"Ah, Mr. Gillat," Rawson-Clew said. "How are you? I am glad to see you again; last time I called at Berwick Street you were not there."