“‘When a young man’s fancy—’” he began and caught a reflection in the mirror.
From where Tab and the girl sat they could see nothing. Rex saw reflected the half-open door and a figure that stood motionless outside. He spun round with an exclamation.
XXIX
“Good Lord, Yeh Ling, you gave me a fright! What a creeping old devil you are.”
“I came to see whether the dinner was successful,” said Yeh Ling softly. His hands were covered in his wide sleeves, a little black skull cap was pushed on the back of his head, his shabby silk suit and white soled slippers seemed remarkably out of place in that very modern setting.
“It was a great success, Yeh Ling,” said Tab, “wasn’t it?”
He turned to the girl and she nodded and her eyes met Yeh Ling’s and for the fraction of a second, held them.
“I think I’ll go,” said Rex awkwardly and gripped the girl’s hand again. “Goodnight, old man, you are a lucky old thief.” He wrung Tab’s hand and was gone.
“Was the wine to your liking?” said Yeh Ling’s soft voice.
“Everything was beautiful,” said Ursula. There was a touch of colour in her cheeks that had not been there before. “Thank you, Yeh Ling, you gave us a wonderful feast. We shall be late for the theatre, Tab,” she said, getting up hurriedly.