I am ringing the bell to tell Mills to set an extra place," she added.
Captain Griffiths abandoned himself to fate with a little shiver of complacency.

He welcomed Lessingham, who was presently announced, with very much less than his usual reserve, and the dinner was in every way a success.

Towards its close, Philippa became a little thoughtful.
She glanced more than once at Lessingham, who was sitting by her side, almost in admiration.

His conversation, gay at times, always polished, was interlarded continually with those little social reminiscences inevitable amongst men moving in a certain circle of English society.
Apparently Richard Felstead was not the only one of his college friends with whom he had kept in touch.

The last remnants of Captain Griffiths' suspicions seemed to vanish with their second glass of port, although his manner became in no way more genial.
"Don't you think you are almost a little too daring ?" Philippa asked her favoured guest as he helped her afterwards to set out a bridge table.
"One adapts one's methods to one's adversary," he murmured, with a smile, "Your friend Captain Griffiths had only the very conventional suspicions.