Philip pressed a hand to his forehead.
"La Pompadour? I do not know; I have forgotten. She has blue eyes, not black."
Mademoiselle promptly hid behind her fan.
Mr. Bancroft was staring at Philip as one in a trance. At that moment Philip looked his way. The grey eyes held no recognition and passed on.
"Good heavens!" exclaimed Bancroft. '"Tis never Mr. Jettan?"
"Que lui dit-il?" asked Mademoiselle, for Bancroft had spoken in English.
Philip bowed distantly.
"M'sieur?"
"You've not forgotten me? Bancroft?"
"Ah—Mr. Bancroft! I remember. Your servant, sir." He bowed again.