“May I sit down and talk to you for a little?” he said, with a manner that testified to their intimacy. “My guest has deserted me.”
“Yes, do. Tell the waiter to bring the rest of your dinner here.”
“But I have finished.”
“Light your cigar then.”
“If you don’t mind.”
They talked for a few minutes about the things of every day and the little world they both lived in on the Bosporus; then Mrs. Clarke said:
“I met a friend from England unexpectedly to-day.”
“Did you?”
“A man called Dion Leith.”
“Dion Leith?” repeated Vane.