“Yes.”
“Do you travel much, Miss Bryce?”
“Oh, not much. Why?”
“Have you ever been in the Far East?”
She glanced at him quickly. He was twisting the ends of his little moustache and gazing off to sea. Heavens! was this the man? She had almost forgotten the Chinese coat in the emotions which had swept her since landing.
“The Far East?” she managed to repeat with a semblance of indifference.
“Yes, the Philippines, Japan, or China.”
“No, I’ve never been there.”
“Um. You should go. Full of treasures, jewels, embroideries, brocades—all the things that women like”—he continued, looking directly at her.
“So?” queried Isabelle, obviously bored.