England is not a hospitable country, Mr.Tavernake." Again this painfully literal young man spoke out what was in his mind.
"There was a gentleman in the motor-car with you the other night," he reminded her.
She bit her lip.
"He was just an acquaintance," she answered, "a man whom I used to know in New York, passing through London.

He called on me and asked me to go to the theatre and supper.

Why not?
I have had a terrible time during the last few months, Mr.Tavernake, and I am very lonely--lonelier than ever since my sister deserted me." Tavernake began to feel, ridiculous though it seemed, that in some subtle and inexplicable fashion he was in danger.

At any rate, he was hopelessly bewildered.

He did not understand why this very beautiful lady should look at him as though they were old friends, why her eyes should appeal to him so often for sympathy, why her fingers, which a moment ago were resting lightly upon his hand, and which she had drawn away with reluctance, should have burned him like pin-pricks of fire.
The woman who wishes to allure may be as subtle as possible in her methods, but a sense of her purpose, however vague it may be, is generally communicated to her would be victim.