And the person who came in was--Lucy.

Lucy, whom Philip thought he had got rid of--Lucy, who stood for the new hateful life to which Helen had left him.

Lucy, in her serge skirt and jersey, with her little sleek fair pig-tails, and that anxious 'I-wish-we-could-be-friends' smile of hers.

Philip was furious.

It was too bad.
'And who is this ?' the captain was saying kindly.
'It's me--it's Lucy,' she said.