“I was especially pleased with a gentleman from New York—Mr. Basil Wentworth.”
Mrs. Harcourt’s ready smile froze upon her face.
“Basil Wentworth?” she ejaculated.
“Yes, madam. Is he an acquaintance of yours?”
“Yes, I know him,” answered Mrs. Harcourt slowly. Then she continued after a pause. “When did you arrive?”
“A week since. My business was in London, but as I have never before been abroad I could not resist the temptation of running over to Paris.”
“Naturally,” she answered, but her attention seemed to be wandering. “Do you know where Mr. Wentworth is now?”
“He is still in London, I believe.”
“Did he mention,” she continued with studied carelessness, “what business brought him over?”
“I concluded that he came to see Europe. He mentioned one day that this was his first European trip.”