Mrs Frothingham was starting for the country, and I happened to be going to Wimbledon.

I told her I might possibly see you on my way through Munich.' Alma began to recover herself.

That Cyrus Redgrave should still take an interest in her was decidedly more gratifying than the eccentric compliment of Felix Dymes.

She strove to forget the humiliation of having been found standing in a public place, waiting for a tram-car.
In Redgrave's manner no change was perceptible, unless, indeed, he spoke with more cordiality, which must be prompted by kind feeling.
Their acquaintance covered only a year or two, and had scarcely amounted to what passes for friendship, but Redgrave seemed oblivious of late unpleasant events.
'I'm glad you didn't call unexpectedly,' she said, trying to strike a light note.

'I'm a student now--no longer an amateur--and live as a student must.' 'So much the better.