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He had entered quite noiselessly--his
footsteps making no sound on the thick velvet-pile carpet, and he stood
quite close to Lorimer, who dropped Thelma's hands hastily and darted a
suspicious glance at the intruder. But Sir Francis was the very picture
of unconcerned and bland politeness, and offered Thelma his arm with the
graceful ease of an accomplished courtier. She was, perforce, compelled
to accept it--and she was slightly confused, though she could not have
told why.
"Sir Philip has been looking everywhere for you," continued Sir Francis
amicably. "And for you also," he added, turning slightly to Lorimer. "I
trust I've not abruptly broken off a pleasant _tete-a-tete_?"
Lorimer colored hotly. "Not at all," he said rather brusquely. "I've
been strumming on the organ, and Lady Errington has been good enough to
listen to me."
"You do not _strum_" said Thelma, with gentle reproach. "You play very
beautifully."
"Ah! a charming accomplishment!" observed Sir Francis, with his
under-glance and covert smile, as they all three wended their way out of
the library.


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