Beyond a slightly perceptible shiver, there was no indication that the man in the chair had heard.
"Take the shade off his eyes," said Busby.
"You musn't," protested the girl; "he——"
But Gray did so, and found George Early with his eyes closed. A shake made him open them, but, as they looked vacantly at the opposite wall, there was no sign of recognition in them.
"He can't see anything," said the waitress.
"Perhaps he don't want to," said Gray.
"It's a shame to say that," cried the girl, indignantly. "You—you ought to be sorry for him."
"So we are," said Gray; "we're all sorry for him. We're old friends of his, and we've come to see him. Tell the cook we're going to stay to lunch; we'll all have lunch with our old friend George."
"I can't allow you to be with him here," said the girl, "because he's left in my charge, and he must be kept quiet."
"Of course he must," said Gray; "the less you say to him the better he'll like it. We'll leave him alone now, but we shan't be far away."