Her lips trembled, and Theydon thought she was going to cry.
"Have you traveled from Oxford this morning ?" he said, simulating a courteous nonchalance he was far from feeling.

"If so, you must have started from home at an ungodly hour.

Let me have some breakfast prepared for you." "No--no," she stammered.
"Well, a cup of tea, then?
Come, now, no woman ever refuses a cup of tea." "You are very kind." He rang the bell.
"I would not have ventured to call on you if I had not seen your name in the newspaper," she went on.
Miss Beale certainly had the knack of saying unexpected things.

It was nothing new that Theydon should find his own name in print, but on this occasion he could not choose but associate the distinction with the cringe in No.

17; that he should be mentioned in connection with it was neither anticipated nor pleasing.