She was gowned, gloved, and hatted
with rich simplicity.
"I think that white man is from the East," Farrel concluded, although
why that impression came to him, he would have been at a loss to
explain. Perhaps it was because he appeared to associate on terms of
social equality with a Japanese whose boorishness, coupled with an
evident desire to agree with everything the white man said, proclaimed
him anything but a consular representative or a visiting merchant.
Presently the girl's brown eyes were turned casually in Farrel's
direction, seemingly without interest. Instantly he rose, fixed her
with a comprehending look, nodded almost imperceptibly toward the chair
he was vacating, and returned to his seat inside the car. Her fine
brows lifted a trifle; her slight inclination of the head was robbed of
the chill of brevity by a fleeting smile of gratitude, not so much for
the sacrifice of his seat in her favor as for the fine courtesy which
had moved him to proffer it without making of his action an excuse to
sit beside her and attempt an acquaintance.
From his exile, Farrel observed with satisfaction how quickly the girl
excused herself to her companions and crossed over to the seat vacated
in her favor.
At the first call for luncheon, he entered the diner and was given a
seat at a small table. The seat opposite him was unoccupied, and when
the girl entered the diner alone and was shown to this vacant seat,
Farrel thrilled pleasurably.
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