"Something which recalled you as you used to be—not as you are now. It made me determine to give you another chance."
"Ah—h!" A great sigh of relief came from the man. "Was it—a piece of music?"
She looked at him quickly.
"How did you know?"
"An arrow at a venture," he answered. "Was it Our Tune?"
"Yes—it was."
"And where did you hear it?"
"At the restaurant where I was dining." She lit a cigarette with studied indifference. "The Milan. I dined there with Mr. Fordingham."
Hugh nodded thoughtfully.
"They give you good grub there, don't they? I see Fordingham is stopping here."