"That's a synopsis," she said. "I can elaborate it, of course. Some of the people I met on the way——"
"I think we can dispense with that. Dinner was ordered for seven-thirty, and the play begins at eight. I was starting out, as you came in, but I waited to hear if you had anything to say, any explanation to give. Stornaway has your ticket, and the table's that one in the first window. I may see you later."
Mrs. O'Rane looked at him for a moment without understanding; then her mouth opened slowly.
"Oh!" she exclaimed.
"Good-bye."
"Come back this instant!"
Grayle turned his back on us with a perfunctory bow and limped away.
"If you don't come back, I'll never speak to you again!" she cried.
Whether he heard her or not made no difference to his steady progress. As he reached the door, Mrs. O'Rane turned nonchalantly to me with a smile and a shrug. A moment later she glanced casually over her shoulder to see if he was coming back. A moment later still, with amazement in her eyes, she was hurrying after him into the street.