She had never plainly told her love; but she had assuredly hinted at it more or less by eye and manner and undue hauntings of his footsteps when in London.

He could not truthfully tell himself that he was glad of her unexpected visit.

For quite half a minute they stood staring at one another, and Miss Greeby's hard cheeks flamed to a poppy red at the sight of the man she loved.
"Well, Hermit." she observed, when he made no remark.

"As the mountain would not come to Mahomet, the prophet has come to the mountain." "The mountain is welcome," said Lambert diplomatically, and stood aside, so that she might enter.

Then adopting the bluff and breezy, rough-and-ready-man-to-man attitude, which Miss Greeby liked to see in her friends, he added: "Come in, old girl! It's a pal come to see a pal, isn't it ?" "Rather," assented Miss Greeby, although, woman-like, she was not entirely pleased with this unromantic welcome.