I _did_ enjoy that!' Egremont started.
'Was it Miss Newthorpe ?' he asked, looking at her without a smile.
'Yes, that was her name.' She met his look.

Walter half turned away, then bent down to the books again.
'I know her,' he said.

'She plays well.' He took a couple of volumes, and went with them to the shelves, where he placed them, without thought, next to the Gibbon.

But in a moment he noticed the title, and moved them to another place.

He had become absent.