But whatever it might have been--it was never made.

She kept her eyes averted, and though her self-possession was absolutely unruffled she hastened her departure.

"I am not hurrying you, Mr.Brooks ?" she asked.

"Not in the least," he assured her.
He raised his hat to the Marquis and his party, and the former nodded good-humouredly.

There was silence until the two were in the street.
Then one of the men who had been looking after them dropped his eye-glass.
"I tell you what," he said to his vis-a-vis.