But one day when he had been lunching with some men at his club, and returned unexpectedly early in the afternoon with the intention of running Pamela out to Camps Bay in the motor, he found that Pamela had gone visiting; and Miss Maitland, who supplied this information, ceased amazingly to stand as a mere cog in the wheel of his domestic machinery, and assumed a distinct feminine personality that caught and held his attention. She was, he noted, and felt surprised that he noticed this for the first time, a striking, fine-looking girl. He had run upstairs to look for Pamela, and was calling for her loudly when quite unexpectedly a door in the corridor opened, and Miss Maitland appeared, closing the door softly behind her, and keeping her hand on the knob. "The children are asleep," she said, which he recognised was a warning to him not to disturb them. Instead of feeling annoyed, he stopped short and stared at her apologetically. "Sorry I was so inconsiderate," he said. "I forgot. Can you tell me where Mrs Arnott is?" Blanche explained. "What a bore," he said. "I particularly wanted her." He surveyed the calm face turned gravely in his direction, with its serene eyes and unsmiling lips, and was amused to see it change colour under his scrutiny. His interest was immediately aroused. She assumed from that moment an individuality that excited his curiosity. Why, he wondered, had he been so entirely unaware of her before?--not unaware of her actual bodily presence in his home, but of her separate existence as a sentient human being,--a feminine human being with possibilities of engaging developments. He held her for a few minutes in conversation; then, quite pleasantly excited, he went downstairs, and sat on the stoep and smoked until Pamela returned. Pamela found him in a mood of high good humour, notwithstanding his announcement that he had spent a solitary afternoon, chafing at her absence. The period of solitude had been less irksome than he allowed. She leaned against the rail of the stoep near his chair, and gave an account of her afternoon's doings, which had been fairly dull on the whole. "I would rather have been motoring," she finished. Miss Maitland appeared with the children at this moment. She had waited until Pamela returned home, not caring to pass Arnott, for some inexplicable reason, and fully alive to the fact that he was seated on the stoep near the door. It was late for their walk. For the first time since her arrival the rigid rule of regular hours was relaxed. Pamela looked round in surprise. "Going out?" she exclaimed, catching up Pamela, the younger, who had flown towards her and flung herself into her arms. Arnott sat up, regarding the governess under his eyes. She had no look for him. "Baby slept late," she explained to Pamela. "I thought we might manage a short walk before tea." "You come too," the little girl pleaded, tugging at Pamela's hand.