'Nor have I,' laughed the Greek. 'Nothing in the world! What can anybody find to do in London at this time of year?'
I'm sure I don't know,' echoed Van Torp, pleasantly. 'I supposed you were on the Continent somewhere.'
'And I thought you were in America, and so, of course, we meet at old Pinney's in London!'
'Really! Did you think I was in America? Your friend, the heathen girl in boy's clothes, brought me your card this morning. I supposed you knew I was here.'
'No, but I thought you might be, within six months, and I gave her several cards for people I know. So she found you out! She's a born ferret—she would find anything. Did you buy anything of her?'
'No. I'm not buying rubies to-day. Much obliged for sending her, all the same. You take an interest in her, I suppose, Mr. Logotheti? Is that so?'
'I?' Logotheti laughed a little. 'No, indeed! Those days were over long ago. I'm engaged to be married.'
'By the bye, yes. I'd heard that, and I meant to [{125}] congratulate you. I do now, anyway. When is it to be? Settled that yet?'
'Some time in October, I think. So you guessed that Barak is a girl.'
'Yes, that's right. I guessed she was. Do you know anything about her?'