“It’s Devonshire I’m longing for,” said he.
They arrived at the lift door.
“You’ll love it all the better for having played the Angel in Hades,” said Clementina with moist eyes. “Good-bye for the present.”
She extended her hand. He took it, held it in a hesitating way. An expression of puzzledom came over his tanned, lined features.
“Are you going to your room now?”
“Yes,” said Clementina.
“Pardon my presumption,” said he, “but—but aren’t you going to see the child?”
“Child?” cried Clementina. “What child?”
“Why—Mr. Hammersley’s—didn’t you know? She’s here——”
“Here?”