Without another word Mr. Grig turned to the Burgundy page, and while he was selecting Lilian took off her gloves and gazed timidly around. It was the silver table-lamps, each glowing under a canopy of orange, that impressed her more than anything else. She saw shoulders, bosoms, pearls, white shirt-fronts, black backs--the room was still filling--all repeated in gilt mirrors. The manner of the numerous waiters corresponded to her notion of court chamberlains. This was the first high-class restaurant she had ever seen, and despite her nervousness she felt more at home in it, more exultingly happy in it, than anywhere before in all her existence. She passionately loved it, and her beauty seemed to increase in radiance. She liked to think that it was extremely costly. Compare it to the Palais de Danse, Mr. Pladda, and the tomato sandwiches! Ah! It was the genuine article at last! She took surreptitious glances also at Mr. Grig’s bent face; and the face was so strange to her, though just the same as of old, that she might have been seeing it for the first time. The greatness, the enormity of the occasion, frightened her. What were they doing there together? And what in the future would they do together? Was he really and seriously attracted by her? Was she in love with him? Or was it all a curious and dangerous deception? She had always understood that when one was in love one knew definitely that one was in love. Whereas she was sure of nothing whatever. Nevertheless she was uplifted into a beatific, irrational and reckless joy. Never had she felt as she felt while Mr. Grig was selecting the Burgundy. "Now we’d better be getting to business," said he, when the hors _d’oeuvre_ had been removed and the soup served. "I had a letter from my sister this morning. She wrote--wait a minute!" He pulled a letter from his pocket and read out: "’I’m sorry to say I’ve been compelled to get rid of poor Lilian Share. She’s a nice enough girl in her way, but when you’re not here I’m in charge of this office, and as she couldn’t treat me with the respect due to me, I had to decide at once what to do, and I did decide. I treated her generously, and I hope she’ll soon get another place. She will, of course, because she can be so very attractive _when she likes_’--underlined--’but I fear she isn’t likely to keep it unless she changes her style of behaviour.’" He smacked the letter together and returned it to his pocket. "There, you see! I’m being remarkably frank with you. I came up from Brighton on purpose to tell you, and I’m going, back by the last train to-night. My sister is quite unaware of this escapade. In fact, at the moment I’m leading a double life. Now! I’ve given you one version of this mighty incident. Give me your version." Lilian, troubled, looked at her mother’s engagement ring on her finger--the sole jewel she carried--and smiled with acute restraint at her plate.