Suddenly she felt a touch on her arm, and a voice exclaimed:
“My dear Clytie! What are you wandering about here for?”
She turned round. The speaker was Mrs. Farquharson, merry and smiling. They shook hands and walked leisurely down the street together.
“When did you get away from that dreadful place, and why haven't you been to see us?”
“This is my first day of freedom,” replied Clytie, “and I was just thinking of coming round to Harley Street.”
“That's right! You will come round with me when I have finished my shopping. I was wishing for you. I have a little—no, a big treat for you.”
“Is it nice to eat? I looked in longingly at Charbonnel's as I passed down Bond Street, and I am hungry.”
“It's Thornton—at last,” said Mrs. Farquharson with a little air of triumph.
Clytie was interested, and forgot Charbonnel's.
“When did he come?”