"It's the same Bansemer," said Harbert as they entered the club. "I'd know him in a million."
At the Cables' a servant, on opening the door, announced that Mr. Cable was not at home.
"Is Mrs. Cable at home?" asked Mr. Bansemer, making no effort to find his cardcase.
"Yes, sir," responded the servant after a moment's hesitation. Bansemer passed through the vestibule.
"Say Mr. Bansemer, if you please."
He removed his coat and was standing comfortably in front of the blazing logs in the library when she came down.
"I thought the night was too dreadful for anyone to venture out unless—" she was saying as she gave him her hand.
"A night indoors and alone is a thousandfold more dreadful than one outdoors in quest of good company," interrupted Bansemer. He drew up chairs in front of the fireplace and stood by waiting for her to be seated.
"I had forgotten that Mr. Cable was to attend a banquet at the Auditorium," she explained nervously, confident, however, that he felt she had not forgotten.
"To be sure," he said. "This is the night of the banquet. I was not invited."