And this was precisely what Miss Bart had done.

Her clumsy fib had let him see that she had something to conceal; and she was sure he had a score to settle with her.
Something in his smile told her he had not forgotten.

She turned from the thought with a little shiver, but it hung on her all the way to the station, and dogged her down the platform with the persistency of Mr.
Rosedale himself.
She had just time to take her seat before the train started; but having arranged herself in her corner with the instinctive feeling for effect which never forsook her, she glanced about in the hope of seeing some other member of the Trenors' party.

She wanted to get away from herself, and conversation was the only means of escape that she knew.
Her search was rewarded by the discovery of a very blond young man with a soft reddish beard, who, at the other end of the carriage, appeared to be dissembling himself behind an unfolded newspaper.

Lily's eye brightened, and a faint smile relaxed the drawn lines of her mouth.