I glanced about me.
“I can’t offer you a chair,” she said. “But you’ll find my prayer-mat just behind you.”
Just as I put my heel upon it, however, it began to slip, and leaning over, she put her finger upon it.
“Let me hold it,” she said, “while you lower yourself. I once had a visitor who lost two of his trouser-buttons.”
“It was myself,” I said.
She looked at me steadfastly.
“But surely,” she said, “I haven’t seen you before?”
I bowed to her gravely.
“You certainly have,” I said.
She lifted her eyebrows a little.