"Yet I'm positive I've seen your face somewhere about Cannes." The problem appeared mildly to interest him. "Have you any idea where it could have been?"
She regarded him for some seconds, considering what to say.
"Yes," she replied deliberately. "I can tell you where it was. At least, I believe I know."
"Where?"
"In the grill-room of the Carlton. About a fortnight to three weeks ago, at lunch."
"Oh!"—he weighed the suggestion for a moment. "You may be right. I daresay."
Resolved not to mention that other encounter when he had been with Lady
Clifford, Esther grew bolder.
"Weren't you there with two ladies, rather Spanish-looking, one much older than the other?"
He raised his brows and blew out a cloud of smoke.
"I shouldn't wonder," he assented, and seemed to dismiss the subject from his thoughts.