“Yes; so I am here with Miss Van Tuyn!”
Miss Cronin exchanged a glance with Mrs. Clem Hodson.
“You didn’t tell me when you called that you were taking her out to tea!”
“No, I didn’t!” said Braybrooke.
“This is my old schoolmate, Mrs. Clem Hodson. Suzanne, this is Mr. Braybrooke, a friend of Beryl’s.”
Mrs. Clem Hodson bowed from the waist, and looked at Braybrooke with the expression of one who knew a great deal more about him than his own mother knew.
“This hotel overcharges,” she said firmly.
“Really! I should have scarcely have thought—”
“There were two pieces of plum cake on the bill, and we only ate one.”
“Oh, I’ve just remembered,” said Miss Cronin, as if irradiated with sudden light.