She gave him a cordial hand-shake and gracious words of welcome that at once made Keith feel at home.

Turning, she started to offer him a chair near her table, but Keith had instinctively gone behind her chair and was holding it for her.
"It is so long since I have had the chance," he said.
As she smiled up at him her face softened.

It was a high-bred face, not always as gentle as it was now, but her smile was charming.
"You do not look like the little, wan boy I saw that morning in bed, so long ago.

Do you remember ?" "I should say I did.

I think I should have died that morning but for you.