A man now walked rapidly toward the veranda, carrying a cloak on his arm.

She recognized Armitage instantly.

He doffed his hat and bowed.

The lights of the house lamps shone full upon him, and she saw that he was laughing a little breathlessly.
"This is really fortunate, Miss Claiborne.

I owe your house an apology, and if you will grant me audience I will offer it to you." He threw the cloak over his shoulder and fanned himself with his hat.
"You are a most informal person, Mr.Armitage," said Shirley coldly.
"I'm afraid I am! The most amazing ill luck follows me! I had dropped in to enjoy the quiet and charm of your garden, but the tranquil life is not for me.