Then Alfred's wandering eye rested on him, hailed him with relief.
'Oh, hallo. Hen;' he said. Then, after a long silence, 'Like you to meet Miss Hamlin. Mr Henry Calverly.'
Al Knight never could remember whether you said the girl's name first or the man's.
But he hadn't heard yet. Evidently. Henry sighed. Since it had to come, it would be almost better...
Miss Cicely Hamlin moved a hesitant step forward; murmured his name.
He had to step forward too.
In sheer miserable embarrassment he raised his hand a little way.
In responsive confusion she raised hers.
But his had dropped.
Hers moved downward as his came up again.