The change in him was so noticeable that I leaned
forward in my place to see what could have produced it.
Two people had entered the restaurant and were in conversation now with
Luigi about a table. Mr. Bundercombe, who in the affairs of every-day life
had no idea of concealing his feelings, was regarding them with every
appearance of lively interest.
"Paul," he whispered, "you must notice these two people. Watch them--
there's a good fellow!"
They took their places at a table almost opposite ours. The girl, though
she was more quietly and tastefully dressed and seemed to me to be better
looking, I recognized at once as Mr. Bundercombe's companion at Prince's
Restaurant on one memorable occasion.
The man I had never seen before. He appeared to be of about medium height;
slim, with a sallow skin; dark, sleepy eyes, which suggested the
foreigner; a mouth that, straight and firm though it was, turned up a
little at the corners, as though in contradiction of his somewhat indolent
general appearance. He was exceedingly well-dressed and carried himself
with the quiet assurance of a man accustomed to moving in the world.
"Most interesting!" Mr. Bundercombe murmured, having with an effort
withdrawn his eyes from the pair.
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