“Good evening, Miss Warren,” said Pearson, quietly.
The girl looked at him for an instant. Then her expression changed, and, with a smile, she extended her hand.
“Why, Mr. Pearson!” she exclaimed. “I’m very glad to see you. You must excuse me for not recognizing you at once. Steve, you remember Mr. Pearson.”
Stephen also extended a hand.
“Sure!” he said. “Glad to see you again, Pearson. Haven’t met you for an age. How are you?”
Pearson shook both the hands. He was embarrassed and hesitated in his reply.
“It has been some time since we met,” he said. “This is an unexpected pleasure. Ah, Mr. Dunn, good evening.”
“It is Mr. Pearson, the financial writer of the Planet, Malcolm,” said Caroline. “You used to know him, I think.”
“Don’t remember, I’m sure. Yes, I do. Met you at the University Club, didn’t I?”
“Yes. I was formerly a member.”