Paliser motioned. "Mrs. Paliser will sit there. Move the other chair here." He drew a seat for her and gave additional instructions. "There will be people here to-morrow. If we are motoring, have them wait."
"What people?" asked Cassy, before whom an uncomfortable vision of her father and Ma Tamby jumped.
Paliser replied in French. "A man and a woman or two from Fifth Avenue."
I wonder where that bundle is, thought Cassy who said: "A man? What man?"
"Oh, just a clerk. That is almond soup. Do you care for it?" He looked down at his plate which appeared to engross him.
Cassy raised her spoon. "A penny for your thoughts."
He looked up. "They are worth far more. I was thinking of the night I first met you."
Cassy laughed. "And Ma Tamby's ham and eggs?"
Paliser, raising his own spoon, added: "It was Lennox who introduced us. You knew he was engaged to Miss Austen? Well, she has broken it."
Cassy must have swallowed the soup the wrong way. She coughed, lifted her napkin and saw a road, long, dark, infinitely fatiguing on which she was lost. But the soup adjusted itself, the road turned to the right. Lennox had never so much as said boo! In anger at herself she rubbed her mouth hard and put the napkin down.