"
She moved nearer to him. "Dear Jack," she said, pleadingly,
"don't say you're in a bad mood. Don't say you want to
postpone again." She looked up at him and laughed a little in
mock consternation.
Loder was at a loss.
Another silence followed, while Lillian waited; then she
frowned suddenly and rose from the couch. Like many indolent
people, she possessed a touch of obstinacy; and now that her
triumph over Chilcote was obtained, now that she had
vindicated her right to command him, her original purpose came
uppermost again. Cold or interested, indifferent or
attentive, she intended to make use of him.
She moved to the fire and stood looking down into it.
"Jack," she began, gently, "a really amazing thing has
happened to me. I do so want you to throw some light."
Loder said nothing.
There was a fresh pause while she softly smoothed the silk
embroidery that edged her gown. Then once more she looked up
at him.
"Did I ever tell you," she began, "that I was once in a
railway accident on a funny little Italian railway, centuries
before I met you?" She laughed softly; and with a pretty air
of confidence turned from the fire and resumed her seat.
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