"You don't by any chance happen to know——"
"Business," interposed Mrs. Pallet-Searing; "at least, he said it was."
Beekman gave vent to a slight gesture of annoyance.
"I wish I might have seen him. But he's gone, I suppose?"
Mrs. Pallet-Searing laughed outright.
"You surely don't regret the fact that we couldn't find you, Eliot?"
Beekman laughed sheepishly, and shot a glance of guilt toward Leslie.
"That isn't the point. It simply gives me an involuntary pang when somebody looks me up on business and I miss them. I have a feeling that, somehow, I may have lost an opportunity; and chaps like me can't well afford to miss a man like Colonel Morehead."
" ... How are you going to get home, child?" suddenly asked her hostess of Leslie. "Your machine is out there, but——"