A man came from the rear of the room, his hands outstretched to serve her. The dark, clear face, with its Greek lines, and the eyes that looked out at her held a welcome. “You do me honour,” he said. “I hope Madame is well--and the little Lady--?” Then he stopped. Something in Miss Stone’s face held him--and his hand groped a little, reaching toward her--“You--tell me--” he said. But she did not speak, and the look in her face grew very still. He turned sharply--calling into the shop behind him, and a boy came running, his eyes flashing a quick laugh, his teeth glinting. “I go,” said the man, with quick gesture--“You keep shop--I go.” He had taken off his white apron and seized a hat. He touched the woman on the shoulder. “Come,” he said. She looked at him with dazed glance and put her hand to her head. “I cannot think,” she said slowly. He nodded with steady glance. “When we go, you tell--we find her,” he said. She started then and looked at him--and the clear colour came to her face. “You know--where--she is!” But he shook his head. “We find her,” he repeated. “You tell.” And as they threaded the streets--into drays and past clanging cars and through the tangle of wheels and horses and noise--and she told him the story, shouting it above the rumble and hurry of the streets, into the dark ear that bent beside her. The look in Achilles’s face deepened, but its steady quiet did not change. “We find her,” he repeated each time, and Miss Stone’s heart caught the rhythm of it, under the hateful noise. “We find her.” Then the great house on the lake faced them. She looked at him a minute in doubt. Her face broke--“She may have come--home?” she said. “I go with you,” said Achilles. There was no sign of life, but the door swung open before them and they went into the great hall--up the long stairway that echoed only vacant softness, and into the library with its ranging rows of perfect books. She motioned him before her. “_I_ must tell them,” she said. She passed through the draperies of another door and the silence of the great house settled itself about the man and waited with him. XI TWO MEN FACE EACH OTHER