He held out his hand to the man in brown. The stranger took out a card-case and handed his card.
“In case you would care to see round the place—there’s a good deal that I could show you. I should be very pleased at any time if you are making a lengthy stay; I shall be here for some months now, and am entirely at your service.”
He looked at Maradick as he spoke and smiled, but it was obviously Tony for whom the invitation was meant. Maradick felt absurdly out of it.
“Oh, thank you,” said Tony, “I should be awfully glad. I think that we shall be here some time; I will certainly come if I may.”
They smiled at each other, the stranger bowed, and they were once more in the cooler air.
Under the light of the lamp Tony read the card:—
“Mr. Andreas Morelli,
19 Trevenna Street, Treliss.”
“Ah! a foreigner, as I thought,” said Tony. “What an awfully nice man. Did you ever see such a smile?”
“Rather a short acquaintance!” said Maradick. “We only spoke to him for a minute, and then he offered his card. One has to be a little careful.”