And indeed she
seemed so; there was even something like a momentary touch of colour
in her pale cheek.
"Does Julian know her?" she asked, fixing her eyes on his with the
closest scrutiny.
"No, he does not."
He would leave her to what conclusion she liked about his relations
to Ida; in reality that mattered little.
"She is some one," he went on, "for whom I have a great regard. As I
say, she has really no friends, and she earns her own living. I feel
sure you would find her company pleasant; she is sensible and
cheerful, and would be very grateful for any kindness you showed
her. Her name, by-the-by, is Ida Starr."
"Ida Starr?"
"Is the name familiar to you?"
"I used to know some one called that."
"Indeed? How strange it would be if you knew her already. I have
spoken to her of you, but she didn't tell me she knew your name."
"Oh no, she wouldn't. It was years and years ago. We used to go to
school together--if it's the same."
The way in which this was spoken was not very promising, but Waymark
would not be discouraged, having once brought himself to the point
of carrying the scheme through. Harriet went on to ask many
questions, all of which he answered as satisfactorily as he could,
and in the end she expressed herself quite willing to renew Ida's
acquaintance.
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