Here under the wall, I think, is as good a place as any." She pointed out a clear space in the rapidly narrowing ribbon of shade, and there I soon saw Mrs.Lascelles settled with her book (a trashy novel, that somehow brought Catherine Evers rather sharply before my mind's eye) in an isolation as complete as could be found upon the crowded terrace, and too intentional on her part to permit of an intrusion on mine.

I lingered a moment, nevertheless.
"So you didn't go to that hut after all, Mrs.Lascelles ?" "No." She waited a moment before looking up at me.

"And I'm afraid Mr.
Evers will never forgive me," she added after her look, in the rich undertone that had impressed me overnight, before the cigarette controversy.
I was not going to say that I had seen Bob before he started, but it was an opportunity of speaking generally of the lad.

Thus I found myself commenting on the coincidence of our meeting again--he and I--and again lying before I realised that it was a lie.

But Mrs.Lascelles sat looking up at me with her fine and candid eyes, as though she knew as well as I which was the real coincidence, and knew that I knew into the bargain.