She smiled at Monck, and her smile was as a shining cloak hiding her soul.  “So you have started upon your official duties already!” she said.  “It is the best man’s business to encourage and console everyone concerned, isn’t it?”

The faint cynicism of her speech was like her smile.  It held back all intrusive curiosity.  And the man’s answering smile had something of the same quality.  Reserve met reserve.

“I hope I shall not find it very arduous in that respect,” he said.  “I did not come here in that capacity.”

“I am glad of that,” she said.  “Won’t you come in and sit down?”

She motioned him within with a queenly gesture, but her invitation was wholly lacking in warmth.  It was Tommy who pressed forward with eager hospitality.

“Yes, and have a drink!  It’s a thirsty right.  It’s getting infernally hot.  Stella, you’re lucky to be going out of it.”

“Oh, I am very lucky,” Stella said.

They entered the lighted room, and Tommy went in search of refreshment.

“Won’t you sit down?” said Stella.

Her voice was deep and pure, and the music in it made him wonder if she sang.  He sat facing her while she returned with apparent absorption to the fastening of her gloves.  She spoke again after a moment without raising her eyes.  “Are you proposing to take up your abode here to-morrow?”

“That’s the idea,” said Monck.

“I hope you and Tommy will be quite comfortable,” she said.  “No doubt he will be a good deal happier with you than he has been for the past few weeks with me.”

“I don’t know why he should be,” said Monck.

“No?” She was frowning slightly over her glove.  “You see, my sojourn here has not been—­a great success.  I think poor Tommy has felt it rather badly.  He likes a genial atmosphere.”

“He won’t get much of that in my company,” observed Monck.

She smiled momentarily.  “Perhaps not.  But I think he will not be sorry to be relieved of family cares.  They have weighed rather heavily upon him.”

“He will be sorry to lose you,” said Monck.

“Oh, of course, in a way.  But he will soon get over that.”  She looked up at him suddenly.  “You will all be rather thankful when I am safely married, Captain Monck,” she said.

There was a second or two of silence.  Monck’s eyes looked straight back into hers while it lasted, but they held no warmth, scarcely even interest.

“I really don’t know why you should say that, Miss Denvers,” he said stiffly at length.

Stella’s gloved hands clasped each other.  She was breathing somewhat hard, yet her bearing was wholly regal, even disdainful.

“Only because I realize that I have been a great anxiety to all the respectable portion of the community,” she made careless reply.  “I think I am right in classing you under that heading, am I not?”

He heard the challenge in her tone, delicately though she presented it, and something in him that was fierce and unrestrained sprang up to meet it.  But he forced it back.  His expression remained wholly inscrutable.