She, for her part, arranged her travelling light and took out a novel.

She did not apparently even glance in my direction, and seemed to become immersed at once in her reading.

So we travelled for half an hour or so.
At the end of that time I was suddenly conscious that she had laid down her book, and was regarding me through partially-closed eyes.

I too laid down my paper.

Our eyes met, and she smiled.
"Forgive me," she said, "but did I not see you one day last week upon the sands at Braster with Lady Angela Harberly ?" "I believe so," I answered.