Miss Keating, Mrs. Tailleur's companion, watched them from her seat on the veranda.
He was about to sit in it when he saw that he was alone with Mrs. Tailleur's companion.
It did not occur to him that Mrs. Tailleur could see his, too.
He must do something, he did not yet know what, for the protection of Mrs. Tailleur.
It looked at him pitifully, reproachfully, with the eyes ...