For, yes, it was Monty Wytham, of all people! The fastest of the Mongoons!
“You’re dining here, Gav?” asked the other with easy calm.
“Why, of course, if you are.”
“I always dine here.” Monty spoke with a certain solemnity.
“I’d heard that, Monty, but I didn’t know whether——”
“No,” smiled Monty, a little sadly. “People never will believe the worst of me. That’s my tragedy, Gav.”
“And they never believe the best of me,” said Gaveston. “That’s mine, you know.”
“You’ll go down well in the Café, Gav. Your wit is so Gyp-like, mon brave.”
“Well, oughtn’t we to dine together?” Gav asked.