Very pleased, consequently, was she when, one day, coming into the living-room at the Annex, she found the man sitting by the fire.
Arkwright was on his feet at once.
"Miss--Mrs.H--Henshaw," he stammered "Oh, Mr.Arkwright," she cried, with just a shade of nervousness in her voice as she advanced, her hand outstretched.

"I'm glad to see you." "Thank you.

I wanted to see Miss Greggory," he murmured.

Then, as the unconscious rudeness of his reply dawned on him, he made matters infinitely worse by an attempted apology.

"That is, I mean--I didn't mean--" he began to stammer miserably.
Some girls might have tossed the floundering man a straw in the shape of a light laugh intended to turn aside all embarrassment--but not Billy.
Billy held out a frankly helping hand that was meant to set the man squarely on his feet at her side.
"Mr.Arkwright, don't, please," she begged earnestly.