"I'll remember," he said, "but more unlikely things may happen than that." They went up the path together, and Hilda slipped a key into the door.

As it opened, a thought seemed to strike her for the first time.

"What will _you_ do ?" she demanded suddenly.
Mrs.Lessing was just going into the dining-room, and Peter had no need to reply.

"Good-morning, Mr.Graham," she said, coming forward graciously.

"I wondered if Hilda would meet you: she wanted to post a letter.