"I don't understand what Foster is doing there, or what the dickens they were talking about," he said thoughtfully. "I think if you don't mind," he added, "we will return."
"Why are you so suddenly uneasy?" she asked.
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Apparently," he answered, "you know who I am and everything about me. I, on the other hand, am ignorant almost of your very name. There are certain circumstances connected with my late career which make it inadvisable—"
"Oh, I know all that you are going to say!" she interrupted. "But ask yourself. Have I made any attempt whatever to ask you a single unbecoming question?"
"You certainly have not," he confessed.
"Your little friend returns," she whispered. "See!"
Foster came back to them, slowly, with reluctant footsteps. He had the appearance of a man bent upon a mission which he dislikes.
"Sir Julien," he said, as he drew near, "would you grant me a moment's interview?"
Julien looked at him.