"Yes—in a few minutes."
"Then I've no objection. Miss Farnum, may I present Mr. Sanford Gordon, of New York?"
"Charmed to meet you, Miss Farnum," cried Gordon, extending his hand as Martha merely bowed. "Sorry I'm leaving the hotel just when I meet the only interesting person here." Then, aside to Clayton as he bowed to Martha and passed out of earshot: "Who is she?"
Clayton coughed ominously.
"She is the companion of a Mrs. Kilpatrick."
Gordon's face showed his disappointment.
"Oh, I say," he murmured. "A paid companion? Anyhow, she's deuced good-looking." He glanced back at Martha, then turned. "See you in New York, Clayton, and don't forget my offer."
"I didn't care to introduce him to you, Miss Farnum," explained Clayton, after Gordon had driven away in the 'bus. "He's not the sort of man I should care to have any girl know well."
"Oh, it's of no consequence," laughed Martha. "I have heard of him. The Sunday papers have printed lots of stories about his little attentions to actresses. He's been with that English actress here most of the time."
"He generally is with some kind of an actress," admitted Clayton.