To herself she kept repeating: "Did I tell Hudson to be here at a quarter to eleven, or a quarter past?
Will she get the telephone message to bring the ruff?
Without the ruff it would be absurd to be photographed.

Without her ruff Mary Queen of Scots would look ridiculous!" Although the young woman had spoken not a single word, although indeed she was biting impatiently at her lower lip, Philip had distinguished the words clearly.

Or, if he had not distinguished them, he surely was going mad.

It was a matter to be at once determined, and the young woman should determine it.

He advanced boldly to her, and raised his hat.
"Pardon me," he said, "but I believe you are waiting for your maid Hudson ?" As though fearing an impertinence, the girl regarded him in silence.
"I only wish to make sure," continued Philip, "that you are she for whom I have a message.