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That 's all right ; but I do care , and I ca n't help it ! '' He had made his aimless way back to the West End of London . It was luncheon time , and he was hesitating between a restaurant and an hotel . `` I 'll go back to the hotel , get some lunch , pack up and leave by the five o'clock train for Hurst Dormer , '' he decided , and turned to hail a taxicab . And , turning , he came suddenly face to face with the girl who was ever in his thoughts . She had been helping a middle-aged , pleasant-faced woman out of a cab , and then , as she turned , their eyes met , and into Joan Meredyth 's cheeks there flashed the tell-tale colour that proved to him and to all the world that this chance meeting with him meant something to her after all . Hugh Alston had raised his hat , and she had given him the coolest of bows .