He was still sitting half turned towards the door.
“A table with flowers all ready for her! And she goes! Was she alone? Ah—who was with her?”
“Arabian!” said Miss Van Tuyn, coldly.
“And he—”
“He saw us!”
“And took her away! What a lark! Too timid to face us! The naughty boy caught out in an escapade! I’ll chaff him to-morrow. All their dinner wasted, and I’ll bet it was a good one.”
He chuckled over his wine.
“Did he know that you saw him?”
“I don’t know. He was behind her. He barely showed himself, saw us and vanished. He must have called to her, beckoned from the hall. She went quite up to the table.”
“So—you’ve taught him timidity! He doesn’t want you to know of his under life.”