"Yes," she said, with a smile.
To strangers this simple interchange of greeting would have been enigmatical, but these two understood each other, though socially he stood so high and she so low.
"Have you been following me?" he asked.
"Of course I have," she replied. "Too good to miss. I'm in luck. I say, you are a gentleman, ain't you--a real swell?"
"I am a gentleman, I hope," he said, with perfect sincerity.
"I hope so too. You've got plenty of tin?"
"Very little."
"All right. I'll go off to the other one."
He caught her arm.
"Don't be a fool!"