This perhaps, partly because the lately widowed Mrs.Crofton, with whom he had spent a good deal of his time since his arrival in London three weeks ago, had left town.

She had not gone far, only to the Surrey village where he himself was going on Friday.
When pretty Mrs.Crofton had told Radmore that she had taken a house at Beechfield, he had been very much surprised and taken aback.

It had seemed to him an amazing coincidence that the one place in the wide world which to him was home should have been chosen by her.

But at once she had reminded him, in her pretty little positive way, that it was he himself who, soon after they had become first acquainted in Egypt, had drawn such an attractive picture of the Surrey village.

That, in fact, was why, in July--it was now late September--when she, Enid Crofton, had had to think of making a new home, Beechfield had seemed to her the ideal place.