“Yes. I felt that too.”
He glanced sideways at me.
“Ah, then you knew her?” His voice (or I imagined it) had chilled. It began to say, that faint chill, that if I too were of ‘the set,’ he could not be at ease. But I would not give him time to think awry.
“No, no! Only tonight. But I do know her.”
“Tonight?”
“Tonight,” I said and looked at him.
“Then——” his hand tightened on the chair, “you saw? I was right? You did see?”
“I saw—something,” I admitted.
“Some one?”
I nodded.