He had half promised to dine and spend the evening there, but now he wondered if that arrangement would be agreeable to Philippa.

He felt that some degree of restraint had arisen between them.
He was thinking what excuse he could frame, when Philippa sent for him.
He looked into the fresh young face; there was no cloud on it.
"Norman," she said, "I find that Lady Peters has asked Miss Byrton to join us at dinner--will you come now?
It has been a charming day, but I must own that the warmth of the sun has tired me." Her tone of voice was so calm, so unruffled, he could have laughed at himself for his suspicions, his fears.
"I am quite ready," he replied.

"If you would like the carriage ordered, we will go at once." He noticed her going home more particularly than he had ever done before.

She was a trifle paler, and there was a languid expression in her dark eyes which might arise from fatigue, but she talked lightly as usual.

If anything, she was even kinder to him than usual, never evincing the least consciousness of what had happened.