Home is
just where love is."
Her eyes, as they met his, were for a moment suspiciously soft.
Then she began to talk very quickly of other things, to compare
notes of countries which they had both visited, even of people whom
they had met. They were obliged to leave early to catch their
train. As they passed down the crowded restaurant they once more
found themselves within a few feet of Sir Henry. His back was
turned to them, and he was apparently ignorant of their near
presence. The party had become a partie Carr?e, another man, and
a still younger and more beautiful woman having joined it.
"Of course," Philippa said, as they descended the stairs, "I am
behaving like an idiot. I ought to go and tell Henry exactly what
I think of him, or pull him away in the approved Whitechapel fashion.
We lose so much, don't we, by stifling our instincts."
"For the next few minutes," he replied, glancing at his watch, "I
think we had better concentrate our attention upon catching our
train."
They reached King's Cross with only a few minutes to spare. Grover,
however, had already secured a carriage, and Helen was waiting for
them, ensconced in a corner. She accepted the news of Lessingham's
return with resignation. Philippa became thoughtful as they drew
towards the close of their journey and the slow, frosty twilight
began to creep down upon the land.
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