She stood still and wondered what there was about Mr.Van Torp that could frighten her so dreadfully.
After a little while she went quietly back to her chair, and sat down between Griggs and Miss More.

The elderly man rose and packed her neatly in her plaid, and she thanked him.

Miss More looked at her and smiled vaguely, as even the most intelligent people do sometimes.

Then Griggs got into his own chair again and took up his book.
'Was that right of me ?' he asked presently, so low that Miss More did not hear him speak.
'Yes,' Margaret answered, under her breath, 'but don't let me do it again, please.' They both began to read, but after a time Margaret spoke to him again without turning her eyes.
'He wanted to ask me about that girl who died at the theatre,' she said, just audibly.
'Oh--yes!' Griggs seemed so vague that Margaret glanced at him.

He was looking at the inside of his right hand in a meditative way, as if it recalled something.