The tea came in, and she saw him glance round for the chair best suited
to his bulk.

"My chairs were not designed for giants," she told him laughingly; "you
will have to come and sit on the settee."

He came at once, stretching his long legs out before him, with lazy
ease, and then drawing his knees up sharply, as if in sudden
remembrance that he was a guest and they were comparative strangers.
Lorraine liked him, both for the moment's forgetfulness and the sudden
remembrance, and as she glanced again at his beautiful head and
splendid shoulders, she was conscious of a sudden thrill of
appreciative admiration.

Hal was right in naming him Apollo. The Sun God might have been
fashioned just so, when first he ravished the eyes of Venus.

"And so the duchess took you into her boudoir?" she asked, with an
unaccountable twinge of jealousy. "I do not know her. I'm afraid my
friends are not so aristocratic as yours. But I believe she is
considered very handsome."

"Hard," he said, with an old-fashioned air. "Handsome enough, but very
hard. I did not like her nearly so much as Lady Moir, her sister."

"Still no doubt she was very nice to you?"

Lorraine rather hated herself for the question. The ways of
aristocratic ladies, whose idle hours often supply a field of labour