I saw that she recognised him, as he bowed and mentioned her name, following my introduction.

I knew not what might occur, for I saw danger in her eyes in reply to the beseeching look in his.

Would melodrama supervene after all?
She merely bowed towards me, as if to dismiss me, and then she rose, took his arm, and moved away.

The interview that follows came to me from Boyd Madras afterwards.
When they had reached the semi-darkness of the forward part of the ship, she drew her hand quickly away, and, turning to him, said: "What is the name by which you are called?
One does not always hear distinctly when being introduced." He did not understand what she was about to do, but he felt the deadly coldness in her voice.

"My name is known to you," he replied.