As it happens he was just preparing some tea for us.

If you will come round to the other side, where it is a little more sheltered, I will bring you some chairs." They moved across the grass-grown little stretch of sand.

The Princess peered curiously at Berners.
"Your face," she remarked, "seems quite familiar to me." Berners did not for the moment answer her.

He was looking towards Forrest, who was busy lighting a cigarette.
"I am afraid, madam," he said, after a slight pause, "that I cannot claim the honour of having met you." The Princess was not altogether satisfied.

Jeanne had gone on with Andrew, and she followed slowly walking with Berners.
"I have such a good memory for faces," she remarked, "and I am very seldom mistaken." "I am afraid," Berners said, "that this must be one of those rare occasions.