Dick accompanying him, she thought. And then
Hunt appeared before her, and was saying in his big voice: "Miss
Cameron, permit me to present my friend, Mr. Brandon." And then he
added in a lowered voice, grinning with the impish delight of an
overgrown boy who is playing a trick: "Thought I'd better go through
the motions of introducing you people, so it would look as if you'd
just met for the first time." And with that he was gone.
Maggie had risen galvanically. For the moment she could only stare.
Then she got out his name.
"Larry!" she whispered. "You here?"
"Yes."
Astounded as she was, she had caught instantly the total lack of
amazement on Larry's part.
"You're--you're not surprised to see me?"
"No," he said evenly. "I knew you were here. And before that I knew
you were coming."
That was almost too much for Maggie. Hunt had known and Larry had
known; both were people belonging to her old life, both the last
people she expected to meet in such circumstances. She could only
stare at him--entirely taken aback by this meeting.
And indeed it was a strangely different meeting from the last time she
had seen him, at the Grantham; strangely different from those earlier
meetings down at the Duchess's when both had been grubs as yet
unmetamorphosized.
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