She took the cigarette case that was lying on the table at her side and offered me a smoke.
“This hotel is very pleasant,” she remarked; “have you ever stayed here before?”
“No, this is my first visit to Athens. And you?”
“I also have never been here before.”
Our little table was in a corner of the room farthest away from the door. All the diners except ourselves had left. Lovelace stood some little way off, waiting I suppose, to minister to our possible wants. Suddenly, he put down the table-napkin he was holding, and began to move towards the door. Though my companion was not facing him, she saw—or felt—his withdrawal.
“Lovelace!” she called softly.
He turned and approached our table.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“To wait on the ladies and gentlemen in the lounge,” he answered.
“Must you go?”