ground.

"Have you been alone all day?" he asked, taking the outer place at
her side, as they walked on.

"Of course--except for the people in the house," was her offhand
reply.

"I met Narramore down at the station; he must have passed you. What
has brought him here to-day, I wonder?"

Appearing not to heed the remark, Eve glanced across at Patty, and
said with a laugh:

"It's like Paris again, isn't it--we three? You ought to come and
live here, Patty. Don't you think you could get a place in
Birmingham? Mr. Hilliard would get a piano for his room, and you
could let him have some music. I'm too old to learn."

"I'm sure he wouldn't want _me_ jingling there."

"Wouldn't he? He's very fond of music indeed."

Hilliard stopped.

"Well, I don't think I'll go any further," he said mechanically.
"You're quite well again, Eve, and that's all I wanted to know."

"What about to-morrow?" Eve asked.