"Oh, yes, quite comfy. I had a tea basket. _China_ tea. Did you know you could get _China_ tea in baskets? And a ducky little pot of jam, all to myself. Isn't this station pretty? Such sweet flowers!" They were close to the ticket office by this time. The man's eyes flashed a look of gratitude and appreciation. He laid a light touch on her arm, and brought her to a stand before the waiting women. "Here she is! I'm not disappointed, you see. I want to introduce you to each other while I have a chance. Miss Clare Lawson, Lady Lorrima, Miss Bridges." Juliet bowed and smiled, her senses momentarily stunned by the responsibility of yet another cognomen. Now she would have to begin all over again and train herself to be "Clare." The eyes of the two women were keenly critical; their words were cordial, if somewhat mysterious. "_So_ pleased to meet you! Quite an honour to be the first to welcome you. The Squire _will_ be delighted!" "I shall be delighted to see him," Juliet declared smiling. She disliked the attitude of these women as much as she was attracted by that of the man by her side. Despite their assurances, she had a conviction that they were _not_ pleased at her arrival; that it was a disappointment to them to find her appearance beyond criticism. The big man stood silent by her side; she divined also that he was nervous and troubled, momentarily dreading a slip on her part. She was determined to make no slip. Already she had ranked herself on his side, and felt the stirring of the true actor's joy in making the best of his part. The younger of the two women gave a difficult, unmirthful laugh. She was a thin, elegant-looking creature, rather over thirty, whose good looks were marred by an expression of discontent. "Really, you know," she cried in affected tones, "we were beginning to think that your name was Harris, and that Antony had invented you for his own convenience. It seemed so strange that he had never spoken of you before." Juliet's little laugh of response was quite sweet and unruffled. "Oh, I'm very real, I assure you. A most substantial person. I'm so glad he didn't bore you with descriptions; they lead to so much disappointment." She held out her hand with a charming assurance. "Good-bye! Perhaps we may meet again." The next moment they were passing through the office, out of view of the curious eyes, and a low-toned "Bravo!" acclaimed the success of her effort. Juliet laughed in involuntary self-congratulation, and Maplestone laughed in sympathy. The two women, catching a sight of the dog-cart as it wheeled down the lane, saw the two laughing faces turned towards each other in mutual enjoyment, and the sight was not good in their eyes. "It's true, then; an absolute fact. And quite presentable, too. Well, Honoria, I'm sorry!" Meanwhile Juliet was putting her first question to her companion. "Please--why am I Clare Lawson?"