A quick arrested expression in her two sapphirine eyes, accompanied by a little, a very little, blush which loitered long, was all the outward disturbance that the sight of her lover caused. The habit of self-repression at any new emotional impact was instinctive with her always. Somerset could not say more than a word; he looked his intense solicitude, and Paula spoke.
She declared that this was an unexpected pleasure. Had he arranged to come on the tenth as she wished? How strange that they should meet thus!--and yet not strange--the world was so small.
Somerset said that he was coming on the very day she mentioned--that the appointment gave him infinite gratification, which was quite within the truth.
'Come into this shop with me,' said Paula, with good-humoured authoritativeness.
They entered the shop and talked on while she made a small purchase. But not a word did Paula say of her sudden errand to town.
'I am having an exciting morning,' she said. 'I am going from here to catch the one-o'clock train to Markton.'
'It is important that you get there this afternoon, I suppose?'
'Yes. You know why?'
'Not at all.'
'The Hunt Ball. It was fixed for the sixth, and this is the sixth. I thought they might have asked you.'
'No,' said Somerset, a trifle gloomily. 'No, I am not asked. But it is a great task for you--a long journey and a ball all in one day.'