When he reached the hotel, an acquaintance stopped him at the door.
"The great Sarah is here."
"The great who?"
"Sarah! Miss Freemantle! The five-times millionaire."
Mr Coventry looked a trifle bored.
"I'm not interested in the lady."
"The deuce you aren't! I am; and, by Jove, I wish she were in me!"
"I'm sorry for you. Come in and have a smoke."
As they crossed the hall, someone was coming down the stairs. The acquaintance drew Mr Coventry a little aside.
"Here she is!" Mr Coventry glanced up. "That's Miss Freemantle, the little woman in black. She's not a bad-looking little thing."