Miles's
first appearance in the room; but each man merely nodded to the other,
in a formal-acquaintance style, as they were in the habit of doing at
the Garden Club. At the same moment Miss Burgoyne opened a portion of
the curtain, so that she could address her guests.
"Mr. Moore, let me introduce you to my friend, Miss Ingram. Mr. Miles I
think you know."
And Lionel was glad enough to turn to the young lady and enter into
conversation with her, for the pale young man with the slight yellow
moustache was defiantly silent, and had even something fierce about his
demeanor. It was no business of Lionel's to provoke a quarrel with this
truculent fire-eater, especially in Miss Burgoyne's room. To quarrel
about Kate Burgoyne?--the irony of events could go no further than that.
And of course, as the most immediate topic, they spoke of the gale that
had been blowing across London all the afternoon and evening; for the
southerly winds that had prevailed in the morning had freshened up and
increased in violence until a veritable hurricane was now raging,
threatening roofs, chimneys, and lamp-posts, to say nothing of the
whirled and driven and bewildered foot-passengers.
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