"I think I may call myself a friend," Kendricks admitted. "We were at college together."
She rose composedly to her feet.
"Then I will take my coffee at your table," she decided. "You may present me. I am Mademoiselle Senn."
Kendricks hesitated.
"You may not find my friend in the most amiable of moods," he began.
The girl waved her hand.
"It is to be explained," she declared. "To tell you the truth, I was surprised to see him even in so out of the way a restaurant as this."
"He leaves to-night for the Continent," Kendricks told her.
"So I heard," the girl replied. "Come."
Sir Julien watched their approach and the frown upon his aristocratic forehead, though thin, was distinct. Kendricks, however, took no notice of it, and the girl pretended that she had not seen.