"So you managed to come after all!"
Madame Eulalie shook his hand with that brisk amiability which was one of her main charms.
"Yes. But I've got to turn right round and go back again. I've three appointments this afternoon. I suppose you're staying on for the wedding?"
"I had intended to. I promised George I would be his best man."
"That's a pity. I could have driven you back."
"Oh, I can easily cancel the thing," said Hamilton Beamish quickly. "In fact, I will, directly George returns. He can get dozens of best men—dozens."
"Returns? Where has he gone?"
"To the station."
"What a nuisance. I came especially to see him. Still, it doesn't matter. I had better see Miss Waddington for a moment, I suppose."
"She is out."