"Reggie," she said, "a friend, Mr.——"
"John Gallant," John said, slowly.
"Mr. Gallant, Mr. Gibson," she said. They shook hands.
"I believe I saw Mr. Gallant several nights ago," Gibson said.
John waited, wondering how Gibson would say it.
"He was very busily engaged with another gentleman"—he gave a slight emphasis to the "gentleman"—"whose name, I believe, was Rodriguez."
"Really! You have met before?"
"Come, Consuello," said Gibson, "we must be trotting back to the house. The afternoon will be gone soon."
She saw the look in John's eyes before she answered:
"Reggie, you must excuse me. I'll be along shortly—with Mr. Gallant."