She possessed a calmness of demeanour that was conspicuously lacking in all the rest.
She sat down quietly, her hands folded about her knees.

"Have you had good sport ?" she asked, her serene eyes raised to his.
There was a slight frown between Piet's brows.

Hitherto he had always regarded this girl as his friend.

To-night, for the first time, she puzzled him.

There was something hostile about her something he felt rather than saw, yet of which from the very moment of her coming, he was keenly conscious.
He scarcely answered her query.