Her eyes seemed to be wandering all over me and my possessions, yet her interest, if it amounted to that, never even suggested curiosity or inquisitiveness.
"It is scarcely a pleasant journey at this time of night," I remarked.
"Indeed, no," she assented.

"I wonder if you know my name?
I am Mrs.
Smith-Lessing, of Braster Grange.

And you ?" "My name is Guy Ducaine," I told her.

"I live at a small cottage called the 'Brand.'" "That charming little place you can just see from the sands ?" she exclaimed.

"I thought the Duke's head-keeper lived there." "It was a keeper's lodge before the Duke was kind enough to let it to me," I told her.
She nodded.
"It is a very delightful abode," she murmured.
She picked up her book, and after turning over the pages aimlessly for a few minutes, she recommenced to read.