As Frank turned to go he caught sight of Harding and Fletcher. He did not see that they had been watching him, and when they called him he went over to their table.
“What will you have?” said Harding.
“Nothing, thanks, I could not drink anything more.”
“Have a cigarette.”
“Thanks, I will; I cannot smoke this beastly cigar. I do not know why I asked for it.”
“Sit down.”
The conversation turned on the play, but at the first pause in the conversation, Harding said: “Pretty girl, that girl you were talking to at the bar.”
“Yes; is she not? I think she is one of the prettiest girls I ever saw in my life.”
“Far better looking than Lady Seveley.”
“I should rather think so; Lady Seveley is over thirty.”