There was a moment’s silence.
“Will you allow me to introduce myself?” said the stranger. “Grey, you know—George Grey—Captain Grey, you know.”
“Captain of a ship?” asked Lexy, with interest. She thought she would like to talk about ships.
“Oh, no!” said he, rather shocked. “Army—British army—stationed in India.”
“I knew you were an Englishman.”
“Did you really?” said he, as if surprised. “People do seem to know. My first visit to your country—six months’ leave—so I’ve come here to see my sister—Mrs. Quelton. She’s married to an American doctor.”
Lexy thought there was something almost pathetic in his chivalrous anxiety to explain himself.
“I’m Alexandra Moran,” she said.
“Thank you!” said Captain Grey. “Thank you very much, Miss Moran!”
There was no opportunity for further polite conversation, for the taxi had stopped and the driver came around to the door.