"You saw him! Where?"
"Father took me over to luncheon at the Marine."
"But I thought your father hated the Marine?"
"He does. He said he'd never seen such a set of poisonous bloaters in his life. I think 'bloaters' is a little strong. They weren't so very bad. And the melon was very good."
"Did your father tell you that Tisdall was waiting there?"
"No, the sergeant did. He doesn't look very professional. Mr. Tisdall, not the sergeant. Too friendly and interested. No professional waiter looks interested. Not really. And he forgets the spoons for the ices. But I expect you upset him pretty thoroughly the day before."
" I upset him!" Grant took a deep breath and expressed his hope that Erica was not going to let the plight of a good-looking young man play havoc with her heart.
"Oh, no. Nothing like that. His nose is too long. Besides, I'm in love with Togare."
"Who is Togare?"
"The lion tamer, of course." She turned to look at him doubtfully. "Do you really mean that you haven't heard of Togare?"