"He is coming to find out your plans?"
"I suppose so. But I have no plans."
He stole a look at her. Yes--there was change in her, even since they had
met last:--a richer, intenser personality, suggested by a new
self-mastery. She seemed to him older--and a thought remote. Fears flew
through him. What had been passing in her mind since he had seen her
last? or in Philip's? Had he been fooled after all by those few wild
words from Peter, which had reached him in Lancashire, bidding him catch
his opportunity, or rue the loss of it for ever?
She saw the effervescence in him die down, and became gracious at once.
Especially because they were now in sight of the inn, and of Lucy
Friend sitting in the little garden beside the road. Geoffrey pulled
himself together, and prepared to play the game that Helena set him,
until the afternoon and the walk she could not deny him, should give
him his chance.
The little meal passed gaily, and after it Lucy Friend watched--not
without trepidation--Helena's various devices for staving off the crisis.
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