“Why, so we have!”
“That lunch at Oddy’s that young Threepwood gave, what?”
“I wonder you remember.”
“Oh, I remember. Quite a time ago, eh? Miss Bryant was in that show, ‘Follow the Girl,’ Jill, at the Regal.”
“Oh, yes. I remember you took me to see it.”
“Dashed odd meeting again like this!” said Freddie. “Really rummy!”
Jane, the parlormaid, entering with tea, interrupted his comments.
“You’re American, then?” said Jill, interested. “The whole company came from New York, didn’t they?”
“Yes.”
“I’m half American myself, you know. I used to live in New York when I was very small, but I’ve almost forgotten what it was like. I remember a sort of over-head railway that made an awful noise …”