But then he did not really know Guy.

No one knew him as she knew him.

She quickened her steps a little.
Possibly there might be a letter from him that evening.
There was.

She spied it lying on the hall table as she entered.
Eagerly she went forward and picked it up.

But as she did so there came the sound of a car in the drive before the open front door, and quickly she thrust it away in the folds of her dress.