"Certainly, it is," he said. "I do hope I have not kept you waiting."
This was more interesting than private theatricals. But even as he spoke it struck him that it would be easier if he knew who he was supposed to be.
She was charming, he thought, and not foolish; the face was full of life and expression. He noted that she looked at him and away from him in quick flashes, as if trying to hide a surprised curiosity.
"No," she said, "I have only just come. I think we are both a few minutes before the time."
"You did not seem quite—well, quite sure of it when you recognised me."
She laughed, showing her pretty teeth. "You did not seem to be looking out for me."
"I was—but in the wrong direction."
"Yes, of course you didn't know which way I should come. And then I thought you looked rather too splendid for a solicitor's clerk. You don't mind my saying that?" she added rapidly.
(So he was a solicitor's clerk in his new impersonation; this was useful information.) "Not in the least. We put on our nicest clothes for these occasions. My firm expects me to keep one good suit—to wear when I have to go and see wealthy and important clients—to—er—take their instructions." (He felt that this was a happy touch; he was falling quite easily into his part). "And, if I may say so, that must be quite your prettiest dress."
She glanced downward at it. She raised her eyebrows, and there was a quaint prettiness in the wilful twist of her lips. She seemed perplexed. "I don't think so," she said.