“I’m afraid your memory is defective. I must introduce you again!” He walked away, laid his hand on the arm of the new-comer, and led him back to Claire’s side. “Miss Gifford,” he said gravely, “allow me to introduce—Major Carew!”
Chapter Twenty Two.
Found out.
The man with the good-natured, interesting face bowed to Claire with the alacrity which the normal man shows at an introduction to a pretty girl; Claire stared blankly, recovered herself, and returned his bow in formal manner. Erskine looked from one to the other in undisguised surprise.
“I thought you had met... You told me you had met Carew in town!”
“Not this Major Carew!” Claire could not suppress a tone of regret. With all her heart she wished that the man before her had been Cecil’s fiancé.
“It was the same name, but—”
“Not the same man? It’s not an unusual name, I expect there are several of us knocking about,” the present Major Carew said smilingly. “Do you happen to know his regiment?”