The frown was still upon her forehead, although to a certain extent it was contradicted by a slight tremulousness of the lips.
"Good afternoon, Henry!" For some reason or other, further speech seemed to him a difficult matter.

He moved towards the vacant place.
"If you have no objection," he observed, as he seated himself.
She unfurled her fan--an ancient but wonderful weapon of defence.

It gave her a brief respite.

Then she looked at him calmly.
"Of all places in the world," she murmured, "to meet you here!" "Is it so extraordinary ?" "I find it so," she admitted.

"You don't at all fit in, you know.