But as she smiled back at him, sweetly eager, ingenuously benignant, his glance softened and his hand went up to his sou'wester with a courteous gesture.
"What weather!" she exclaimed.

"How fearfully wet!"-- while her expression testified to a flattering interest and admiration.
"Yes, it's a wild day," he said, in answer.

"I expect We've seen the last of the sun, anyhow for this week." The incident, though of the most casual and briefest, gave a new direction to Miss Verity's thought.

It pleased and intrigued her, bringing a pretty blush to her thin cheeks.

"Who and what can he be ?" she said to herself.