Meanwhile Jack felt as if he were acting like a booby, standing there. He was impelled to say something, anything, to show them he was not overcome by their assured worldliness. He addressed himself to Vassall.
"You have had no trouble with the Indian, since?"
"None whatever," Vassall said. "He's gone off now with some of the people here."
Garrod took advantage of the next lull to say: "Sir Bryson is waiting for us."
Jack bowed again, and made a good retreat.
"I told you he was a gentleman," said Linda to Mrs. Worsley.
That lady had been impressed with the same fact, but she said cautiously, as became a chaperon: "His manner is rather brusque."
"But he has manner," remarked Linda slyly.
"We know nothing about him, my dear."
"That's just it," said Linda. "Fancy meeting a real mystery in these matter-of-fact days. I shall find out his right name."