And, for a moment, she felt startled. What was she doing in this place? She thrust away the faint scruple, conscious of its absurdity. Many a time had she and Stephen stayed together in hotels, engaged on their suffrage work, without the slightest self-consciousness. Yet this was different... Her colour heightened as she asked herself the reason why? Then she heard his step in the hall and turned quickly away from the glass. Stephen, slim and elegant, in his grey flannels, stood before her, hand outstretched, a welcoming light in the long lashed green eyes. "H'are you?" He held in his clasp her fingers that, despite her will, trembled slightly, and gazed down at the pretty flushed face. "This is good of you, dear lady,"--his voice was low and sentimental. "More than I deserve, you know." Carefully he closed the door as she murmured something in reply and came back to her side. "I never saw you look so well! It's just too ... nice to have you here--and I'm goin' to ask a further favour----" he gave her a beseeching glance--"Just to postpone our ... business talk--and lunch first--without a word of all that painful Cluar affair. _Do_ be kind and say you will? I promise to listen afterwards----" boyishly he added the words--"to all that you have to say to me. I know you feel awfully vexed--but just--for a little--let's forget it." Inwardly Mrs. Uniacke felt relieved at the postponement of the lecture she had prepared. Still--there was her "dignity." She must uphold that at any cost. "I should prefer to discuss it first. That was my object in coming here, as I wrote in my letter, Stephen." "Ah--don't be hard on me," he broke in quickly, seeing her waver. "I've been through such a bad time." He gave a sigh that was genuine, aware of a new financial crisis. To quarrel with the woman before him was the last thing he desired. He owed her now a considerable sum of money, far more than he could repay. As friends this state of indebtedness could drift on indefinitely, but if it came to a real rupture? He shrank from the thought of a settlement. Far better, he said to himself, to plunge deeper and make her his wife. And why not? It would mean a home and a certain settled future for him. He could lead his own life as before, with a little care for "appearances." The very fact of the years between them should make her indulgent to the faults of youth. This was at the back of his mind, as he went on in a pleading voice: "And I'm not _altogether_ to blame ... so do grant me this last favour." He glanced sideways at the table and his face brightened. In its pail of ice stood a large bottle, the neck wreathed in gold foil. This would help! "Well--it's a bargain?"--he smiled at her--"no real business till after lunch--it will be like old times!--And then--you shall scold me as much as you wish!" Mrs. Uniacke gave way, conscious of the familiar charm. Stephen, inwardly amused, rang the bell and they sat down.