"I hope you'll come in and see my wife." Miss Batchelor played nervously with her card-case.
"I--I--Would your wi--would Mrs.Tyson care to see me ?" He smiled again.

"I think I can answer for that." And to her own intense surprise, for the first and last time Miss Batchelor crossed the threshold of Thorneytoft.
They found the little woman sitting in her drawing-room with her hands before her, and Mrs.Nevill Tyson did not smile at Miss Batchelor as she greeted her.

Perhaps with her feminine instinct and antipathy, she felt that Miss Batchelor had not come to see _her_.

So she smiled at her husband, and the smile was gall and wormwood to the clever woman; it had the effect, too, of bringing back to her recollection the occasion on which she had last seen Mrs.Nevill Tyson smiling.

She wondered whether Mrs.Nevill Tyson also recalled the incident.