I went with her to Grantham House in her own motor-car.

I believe she thinks of taking it." "American!" Beatrice remarked.

"What was her name ?" Tavernake looked up from his plate across the little table, across the bowl of simple flowers which was its sole decoration.
"She called herself Mrs.Wenham Garner!" Away like a flash went the new-found peace in the girl's face.

She caught at her breath, her fingers gripped the table in front of her.
Once more she was as he had known her first--pale, with great terrified eyes shining out of a haggard face.
"She has been to you," Beatrice gasped, "for a house?
You are sure ?" "I am quite sure," Tavernake declared, calmly.
"You recognized her ?" He assented gravely.
"It was the woman who stood in the chemist's shop that night, signing her name in a book," he said.
He did not apologize in any way for the shock he had given her.

He had done it deliberately.