Eve, looking back, saw the expression. It attracted and held
her, like a sudden glimpse into a secret room. In all the
years of her marriage, in the months of her courtship even,
she had never surprised the look on Chilcote's face. The
impression came quickly. and with it a strange, warm rush of
interest that receded slowly, leaving an odd sense of
loneliness. But, at the moment that the feeling came and
passed, her attention was claimed in another direction. A
slight, fair-haired boy forced his way towards her through the
press of people that filled the corridor.
"Mrs. Chilcote!" he exclaimed. "Can I believe my luck in
finding you alone?"
Eve laughed. It seemed that there was relief in her laugh.
"How absurd you are, Bobby!" she said, kindly. "But you are
wrong. My husband is here--I am waiting for him."
Blessington looked round. "Oh!" he said. "Indeed!" Then he
relapsed into silence. He was the soul of good-nature, but
those who knew him best knew that Chilcote's summary change of
secretaries had rankled.
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