The stout, bald-headed gentleman had risen abruptly from his table and was approaching theirs. He did not look at William, but bowed to Fanchon.
“Mrs. Carter, I believe?” he said suavely. “Mrs. William Carter?”
Fanchon smiled.
“Mais oui, and—Mr. William Carter,” she added archly, looking at the astonished William.
The fat man bowed again, then he produced a card-case and laid his card on the table.
“I’m Samuel Bernstein,” he said proudly, “president of the Unlimited Film Company. Perhaps you’ve heard of me, Mr. Carter?”
“No!” said William shortly, frowning. “I haven’t had the pleasure.”
Mr. Bernstein gave him a pitying glance.
“Go to the movies?” he asked mildly.
William nodded.