Field came deliberately forward.
"I presume I can be of use to you," he said.
His tone was dry.

There was scant encouragement about him as he drew forward a chair.
She hesitated momentarily before accepting it, but finally sat down with a gesture that seemed to indicate physical weakness of some sort.
"Yes, I want your help," she said.
Field said nothing.

His face was the face of the trained man of law.

It expressed naught beyond a steady, impersonal attention.
He drew up another chair and seated himself facing her.
She looked at him through her veil for several seconds in silence.
Finally, with manifest effort, she spoke.
"It was so good of you to admit me--especially not knowing who I was.

You recognise me now, of course?
I am Lady Violet Calcott." "I should recognise you more easily," he said in his emotionless voice, "if you would be good enough to put up your veil." His tone was perfectly quiet and courteous, yet she made a rapid movement to comply, as if he had definitely required it of her.