Crofton's greeting.
She put out both her hands, "I _am_ glad to see you"--and then she added,
characteristically, for truth was not in her, "I was afraid you wouldn't
have time to look me up for ever so long!"
But though Radmore was pleased by her evident joy in seeing him, he
looked at her with a curiously critical eye. He was surprised to find her
in a white frock--inclined, even, to be just a little bit shocked.
And there was something else. Enid Crofton had enjoyed the War--she had
admitted this just a little shamefacedly a week ago, when they two were
having dinner together at the Savoy Grill, where she had been easily the
prettiest woman in the room. At the time he had felt indulgently that it
was a good thing that someone should have gone through that awful time
untouched by the pains and scars of war. But now everything seemed
different, somehow. Beechfield was a place of mourning, and in a place
of mourning this smiling, beautifully dressed, almost too pretty young
creature looked out of place. Still that wasn't her fault, after all.
As the three sat down, Timmy upset the narrow oak stool on which he had
placed himself with a great clatter, and Radmore suddenly realised that
he had made a mistake in bringing the boy.
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