I thought you were alone.

Victor, we're intruding." The open door had partially screened me from the newcomers.

But Colton, red and wrathful, had not ceased to glare in my direction and she, following his gaze, saw me.

She did not recognize me, I think--probably I had not made sufficient impression upon her mind even for casual remembrance--but I recognized her.

She was the girl with the dark eyes, whose look of contemptuous indifference had so withered my self-esteem.
And her companion was the young chap who, from the tonneau of the automobile that morning, had inquired the way to Bayport.
The young man turned lazily.