"Of course; I forgot. I met a man last night who said you had entered the firm of Neergard & Co."
"I have. Who was the man?"
"You can never guess, Captain Selwyn."
"I don't want to. Who was he?"
"Please don't terminate so abruptly the few subjects we have in reserve. We may be obliged to talk to each other for a number of minutes if Rosamund doesn't let us alone. . . . The man was 'Boots' Lansing."
"'Boots!' Here!"
"Arrived from Manila Sunday. Sans gêne as usual he introduced you as the subject, and told me—oh, dozens of things about you. I suppose he began inquiring for you before he crossed the troopers' gangplank; and somebody sent him to Neergard & Co. Haven't you seen him?"
"No," he said, staring at the brilliant fish, which glided along the crystal tank, goggling their eyes at the lights.
"You—you are living with the Gerards, I believe," she said carelessly.
"For a while."