“What are you talking about?”
“And you appeared to be delighted with the piece; but I thought your friend seemed a little bored. And, don’t you remember, I spoke to you in the vestibule? Who was he?”
“Oh yes! Looked rather bored, did he? Then surely you can guess who he was!” now smiling expressively.
“Not”—coming to a standstill—“not your——”
“Hush! Yes.”
“Well, I am blessed! He is a gentleman, anyway.”
“Thank you. I must tell him; he will be so pleased.”
“I mean that he looks clean-bred; not like——” and he stopped. “Of course I can easily find out who he is; but, honour bright, I won’t! I will forbear.”
“Then, I’ll take pity on your starving curiosity. His name is Wynne.”
“What, the writing chap?”