Ellsworth had ever given her,
with the exception of cast-off clothes, and a pocket handkerchief each
Christmas.
Every nerve in the girl's body seemed to prickle with embarrassment. She
played with a dinner roll, changed the places of the flowers and the
lamp, trying to appear at ease, and not daring to look up lest she should
meet eyes curious or pitying.
"What if they make me pay for dinner after I've kept the table so long?"
she thought in her ignorance of hotel customs. "And I've got only a
shilling!"
Half an hour now, all but two minutes! There was nothing more to hope or
fear. But there was the ordeal of getting away.
"I'll sit out the two minutes," she told herself. "Then I'll go. Ought I
to tip the waiter?" Horrible doubt! And she must have been dreaming to
touch that roll! Better sneak away while the waiter was busy at a
distance.
Frightened, miserable, she was counting her chances when a man, whose
coming into the room her dilemma had caused her to miss, marched
unhesitatingly to her table.
CHAPTER II
SMITHS AND SMITHS
Annesley glanced up, her face aflame, like a fanned coal.
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