The lady replied pleasantly. Her companion, who was carrying his hat in his hand, paused reluctantly.
“Did you want to see me?” he asked.
“If you are Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge, I did,” Peter admitted. “I am the Baron de Grost, and I have a letter of introduction to you from Mr. Edwardes.”
Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge tore open the envelope and glanced through the contents of the note. Peter, meanwhile, looked at his wife with genuine but respectfully cloaked admiration. The lady obviously returned his interest.
“Why, if you’re the Baron de Grost,” she exclaimed, “didn’t you marry Vi Brown? She used to be at the Gaiety with me, years ago.”
“I certainly did marry Violet Brown,” Peter confessed, “and, if you will allow me to say so, Mrs. Heseltine-Wrigge, I should have recognized you anywhere from your photographs.”
“Say, isn’t that queer?” the little lady remarked, turning to her husband. “I should love to see Vi again.”
“If you will give me your address,” Peter declared, promptly, “my wife will be delighted to call upon you.”
The man looked up from the note.
“Do you want to talk business with me, Baron?” he asked.