Now he was face to face with Sybil Brandon, the most beautiful woman he
remembered to have seen, and she smiled at him as he took her heavy cloak
from her shoulders, and the touch of the fur sent a thrill to his heart,
and the blood to his cheeks.
"I must say," he remarked, depositing the things on a sofa, "you are very
courageous to come out, even though you are used to it."
"You have come yourself," said Sybil, laughing a little. "You told me last
night that you did not come here every day."
"Oh--I told my cousin I had come because I was so lonely at the hotel. It
is amazingly dull to sit all day in a close room, reading stupid novels."
"I should think it would be. Have you nothing else to do?"
"Nothing in the wide world," said Ronald with a smile. "What should I do
here, in a strange place, where I know so few people?"
"I suppose there is not much for a man to do, unless he is in business.
Every one here is in some kind of business, you know, so they are never
bored."
Ronald wished he could say the right thing to reestablish the half-
intimacy he had felt when talking to Sybil the night before.
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