"Then you've met that fellow before?"
For the life of him he didn't know why he said "that fellow."
"He came to lunch at the doctor's one day," Esther informed him, then added with a reminiscent and faintly malicious smile: "He thinks he has seen me before, and it bothers him."
"Has he?" demanded Roger bluntly.
"Yes, but he can't recall where, and I'm not going to tell him. As a matter of fact, it was at the Restaurant des Ambassadeurs. I was sitting at the table next to him one afternoon."
"Oh, I see!"
Somehow this explanation was very agreeable to Roger's ruffled sensibilities.
"Coming down to dinner?" he inquired, feeling a glow of regret at having misjudged her.
"Yes, but I want to make a quick change first."
"I'll wait for you."