"Did you enjoy yourself?"

A curious look of reminiscence came into Nan's eyes.

"Oh, yes. I enjoyed myself. Very much."

"I'm so glad. I thought the Chattertons would look after you well."

"They did."

She omitted to add that someone else had looked after her even
better--someone distinctly more interesting than dear old Lady
Chatterton, kindest soul alive though she might be. For some reason or
other Nan felt reluctant to share with Penelope--or with anyone else just
at present--the fact of her meeting with Peter Mallory.

"You caught your train all right at Paddington?" went on Penelope.

Nan's mouth tilted in a faint smile.

"Quite all right," she responded placidly.

Finding that the question and answer process was not getting them very
far, Penelope resumed her darning and announced her own small item of
news.

"Kit's been here this afternoon," she said.

Nan shrugged her shoulders.