they were thick with memories.
\"Tomorrow evening?\"
She nodded. \"Tomorrow; yes; but early. I'm going out.\"
The next day was a Sunday, and if she were \"going out\" on a Sunday evening it could, of course, be only to Mrs. Lemuel Struthers's. He felt a slight movement of annoyance, not so much at her going there (for he rather liked her going where she pleased in spite of the van der Luydens), but because it was the kind of house at which she was sure to meet Beaufort,
they were thick with memories.
\"Tomorrow evening?\"
She nodded. \"Tomorrow; yes; but early. I'm going out.\"
The next day was a Sunday, and if she were \"going out\" on a Sunday evening it could, of course, be only to Mrs. Lemuel Struthers's. He felt a slight movement of annoyance, not so much at her going there (for he rather liked her going where she pleased in spite of the van der Luydens), but because it was the kind of house at which she was sure to meet Beaufort,
