The young lady, who immediately introduced herself as Mademoiselle
Henriette, passed her arm through Selingman's.
"We dine here all together, my friend, is it not so?" she begged. "He will not be in the way, and for myself, I am triste. You talk all the time to Mademoiselle l'Américaine, perhaps because she is the friend of some one in whom you are interested. But for me, it is dull. Monsieur l'Anglais shall talk with me, and you may hear all the secrets that Alice has to tell. We," she murmured, looking up at Norgate, "will speak of other things, is it not so?"
For a moment Selingman hesitated. Norgate would have moved on with a little farewell nod, but Selingman's companions were insistent.
"It shall be a partie carrée," they both declared, almost in unison.
"You need have no fear," Mademoiselle Henriette continued. "I will talk all the time to monsieur. He shall tell me his name, and we shall be very great friends. I am not interested in the things of which they talk, those others. You shall tell me of London, monsieur, and how you live there."
"Join us, by all means," Selingman invited.
"On condition that you dine with me," Norgate insisted, as he took up the menu.
"Impossible!" Selingman declared firmly.
"Oh! it matters nothing," Mademoiselle Henriette exclaimed, "so long as we dine."
"So long," Mademoiselle Alice intervened, "as we have this brief glimpse of Mr. Selingman, let us make the best of it. We see him only because of a contretemps. I think we must be very nice to him and persuade him to take us to London to-night."