"Evening," he said shortly.

Cynthia extended her hand; she was rather pleased than otherwise to see
him. She liked having two strings to her bow; it gave her worldly
heart an odd little pang as she met the fierceness of Jimmy's
eyes. . . . He was such a dear, she thought.

Marnio's was not a place where he could make a scene either, even
supposing . . . she shot a quick glance at Mortlake. After all, it was
rather unfortunate Jimmy should have seen them together--just at
present, at any rate; it would not have mattered in a week or two's
time. She wondered if he had heard anything, if already he had
discovered by some unforeseen means how she had lied to him? . . . She
gave him one of the sweetest smiles.

"Are you having supper here, Jimmy? I didn't see you."

It was not the truth. She had seen him the moment she entered, but she
thought it more effective to pretend otherwise.

"I am over there with friends," said Jimmy curtly. He glanced across
to the table he had just left, and met Christine's eyes.

Somehow he felt uncomfortable. He looked sharply away again, and down
at the beautiful smiling face raised to his.

"When may I come and see you?" he asked bluntly.

He spoke quite distinctly; Mortlake must have heard every word.

Cynthia looked nonplussed for a moment; then she laughed.

"Come any time you like, my dear boy. . . . I am always pleased to see
you--any afternoon, you know."

She smiled and nodded. Jimmy felt that he had been dismissed. After a
moment he walked away.

His heart was a dead weight in his breast. He sat down again beside
Christine. She turned to him eagerly.

"Wasn't that Miss Farrow? . . . . Oh, Jimmy, why didn't you tell me?"

Jimmy drained his wineglass before answering.

"I forgot you were interested; I'm sorry. . . . She isn't alone, you
see, or--or I would introduce her--if you cared for me to, that is."

"I don't think Miss Wyatt would care for Miss Farrow," said Arthur
Sangster quietly.

Jimmy looked furious. Angry words rushed to his lips, but he choked
them with an effort.

"Narrow-minded old owl!" he said, half jokingly, half in earnest.

Later, when the two men had left Mrs. Wyatt and Christine at their
hotel, and were walking away together, Jimmy burst out savagely:

"What the devil do you mean about Christine not liking Cynthia? . . .
It's a gross piece of impertinence to say such a thing."

"It's the truth, all the same," said Sangster