Lanfear stood a moment hesitating. Then a glance at the girl on the bench, drooping a little forward in freeing her face from the veil that hung from her pretty hat, together with a sense of something quaintly charming in the confidence shown him on such purely compatriotic grounds, decided him to do just what he had been asked. The girl had got her veil up by this time, and as he came near, she turned from looking at the sunset over the stretch of wall beyond the halting train, and met his dubious face with a smile. "It _is_ beautiful, isn't it?" she said. "I know I shall get well, here, if they have such sunsets every day." There was something so convincingly normal in her expression that Lanfear dismissed a painful conjecture. "I beg your pardon," he said. "I am afraid there's some mistake. I haven't the pleasure--You must excuse me, but your father wished me to ask you to wait here for him till he had got his baggage--" "My father?" the girl stopped him with a sort of a frowning perplexity in the stare she gave him. "My father isn't here!" "I beg your pardon," Lanfear said. "I must have misunderstood. A gentleman who got out of the train with you--a short, stout gentleman with gray hair--I understood him to say you were his daughter--requested me to bring this message--" The girl shook her head. "I don't know him. It must be a mistake." "The mistake is mine, no doubt. It may have been some one else whom he pointed out, and I have blundered. I'm very sorry if I seem to have intruded--" "What place is this?" the girl asked, without noticing his excuses. "San Remo," Lanfear answered. "If you didn't intend to stop here, your train will be leaving in a moment." "I meant to get off, I suppose," she said. "I don't believe I'm going any farther." She leaned back against the bars of the bench, and put up one of her slim arms along the top. There was something wrong. Lanfear now felt that, in spite of her perfect tranquillity and self-possession; perhaps because of it. He had no business to stay there talking with her, but he had not quite the right to leave her, though practically he had got his dismissal, and apparently she was quite capable of taking care of herself, or could have been so in a country where any woman's defencelessness was not any man's advantage. He could not go away without some effort to be of use. "I beg your pardon," he said. "Can I help you in calling a carriage; or looking after your hand-baggage--it will be getting dark--perhaps your maid--" "My _maid_!" The girl frowned again, with a measure of the amazement which she showed when he mentioned her father. "_I_ have no maid!" Lanfear blurted desperately out: "You are alone? You came--you are going to stay here--alone?"