She had scarcely expected to have it snapped so soon and so thoroughly.

She dropped her veil to hide the tears which she felt were not far from her eyes, and summoned the waiter for her bill.

There seemed to be no object in staying longer.
Suddenly the unexpected happened.
A hand, flashing with jewels, was rested for a moment upon her table.
When it was withdrawn a scrap of paper remained there.
Phyllis looked up in amazement.

The girl to whom the hand had belonged was sitting at the next table, but her head was turned away, and she seemed to be only concerned in watching the door.

She drew the scrap of paper towards her and cautiously opened it.