"Luigi's," Sophy declared firmly. "The only place in London."
They drove toward the Strand. John looked around him with interest as they entered the restaurant.
"I've been here before," he said, as they passed through the doors.
"Explain yourself at once," Louise insisted.
"It was eight years ago, when I was at Oxford," he told them. "We were here on the boat-race night. I remember," he added reminiscently, "that some of us were turned out. Then we went on to—"
"Stop!" Louise interrupted sternly. "I am horrified! The one thing I did not suspect you of, Mr. Strangewey, was a past."
"Well, it isn't a very lurid one," he assured them. "That was very nearly the only evening about town I have ever been guilty of."
Luigi, who had come forward to welcome Sophy, escorted them to one of the best tables.
"You must be very nice to this gentleman, Luigi," she said. "He is a very great friend of mine, just arrived in London. He has come up on purpose to see me, and we shall probably decide to make this our favorite restaurant."
"I shall be vairy happy," Luigi declared, with a bow.