“I daresay it’s only a bill,” he said, and went to see.
The newcomer was impatient, for even as Guillemot opened the door, the knocker was in act to fall again.
“Is Mr Guillemot Oh, Stephen, I should have known you anywhere!”
A radiant vision in a white linen gown—a very smart tailor-made-looking linen gown—and a big white hat was standing in his doorway, shaking him warmly by the hand.
“Won’t you ask me in?” asked the vision, smiling in his bewildered face.
He drew back mechanically, and closed the door after him as she went in. Then he followed her into the room that served him for office and living-room, and stood looking at her helplessly.
“You don’t know me a bit,” she said; “it’s a shame to tease you. I’ll take off my hat and veil; you will know me then. It’s these fine feathers!”
And take them off she did—in front of the fly-spotted glass on the mantel-piece; then she turned a bright face on him, a pretty mobile face, crowned with bright brown hair. And still he stood abashed.
“I never thought you would have forgotten
