They drove to the Savoy Hotel and lunched together in the open air underneath the glass roof, with a bank of flowers upon one side of them and the windows of the grill-room on the other.

The day was very hot, the streets baked in an arid glare of sunlight; a dry dust from the wood pavement powdered those who passed by in the Strand.

Here, however, in this cool and shaded place the pair lunched happily together.

Garratt Skinner had the tact not to ask any questions of his daughter about her mother, or how they had fared together.

He talked easily of unimportant things, and pointed out from time to time some person of note or some fashionable actress who happened to pass in or out of the hotel.