“Very well! You see, I’ve not forgotten my old haunts. And I see you haven’t, either. Let me introduce you to my friend, Mr. Arabian. Mr. Craven—Mr. Arabian.”
Arabian got up and bowed.
“Pleased to meet you!” he said in a formal voice.
“Good evening!” said Craven, staring hard at him.
“I mustn’t ask you to sit down,” said Miss Van Tuyn. “As you are tied up with Adela. But”—she hesitated for an instant, then continued with hardihood—“can’t you persuade Adela to join us for coffee?”
At this moment Arabian made a movement and opened his lips as if about to say something.
“Yes?” she said, looking at him.
“I was only going to say that these tables are so very small. Is it not so? How should we manage?”
“Oh, we can tuck in somehow.”
She turned again to Craven.