Lorrimer had begun to be amused before they returned to the great
entrance hall. Once or twice he looked at her curiously. "What sort of
a person are you, I wonder?" he was thinking,
"I was dying of dulness," she said, telling him about the place she
came from, "and so I came to see you."
He left her for a moment, but presently returned with his brother.
"You had better come and have some luncheon before you go back," he
said.
And she went.
As they left the building Lorrimer asked her: "Where on earth did my
cousin meet _you?"_--with the slightest possible emphasis. Ideala
understood him, and laughed.
"Upon my word I don't know who introduced her," she answered, standing
on her dignity nevertheless. "I can't remember."
They went to the refreshment-room at the station. It was crowded, but
they managed to get a table to themselves. There was a vacant seat at
it, and an old gentleman begged to be allowed to occupy it as there was
no other in the room. The three chatted while they waited, each hiding
him, or her, self beneath the light froth of easy conversation; and
people, not accustomed to look on the surface for signs of what is
working beneath, would have thought them merry enough.
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