"I don't think so," said Reggie.
But he bowed. And Jimmy bowed. There was no handshaking, at arm's length or otherwise.
Viola said, "You do know him. You met him four years ago in my rooms at
Hampstead."
"Did I? I'm afraid I've forgotten."
"You did meet, didn't you, Jimmy?"
"I believe so," said Jimmy, with a quite admirable indifference.
"Anyhow," said Norah sweetly, "you can't say you haven't heard of him."
She meant well, poor darling, but it was a bad shot. It missed its mark completely, and it drew down the enemy's fire.
"I have heard of Mr. Jevons," said Reggie, and he looked at Jimmy as if he realized for the first time that he was there, and resented it.
Norah turned positively white. It was Viola who saved us.