Her manners were perfect--I may even say demure.

She asked about "Cecil" with charming naivete.

She was frank and girlish.

Lots of innocent fun in her, no doubt--she sang us a comic song in excellent taste, which is a severe test--but not a suspicion of double-dealing.

If I had not overheard those few words as I came up the stairs, I think I should have gone away believing the poor girl an injured child of nature.
As it was, I went back to London the very next day, determined to renew my slight acquaintance with Reggie Nettlecraft.
Fortunately, I had a good excuse for going to visit him.