“What, dear?”
“I did have two slices. One was before the muffin, while we were waiting for it, and the other was after. And I only remembered the second.”
“In that case, dear, we’ve done the waiter an injustice and libelled the hotel.”
“I will make it all right if you will allow me,” said Braybrooke almost obsequiously. “I’m well known here. I will explain to the manager, a most charming man.”
He turned definitely to face Fanny Cronin.
“Miss Van Tuyn asked me to tell you what she wants.”
“Indeed! Does she want something?”
“No. I mean she told me to ask you what you want.”
Miss Cronin looked at Mrs. Clem Hodson, hesitated, and then made a very definite rabbit’s mouth.
“I don’t know that I want anything, thank you, Mr. Braybrooke. But if Beryl is going—she is not going?”