'I have to see my brokers,' I said, 'read the South African papers in my club, and get back by the 5.16.Any chance of your company ?' 'Why, yes--that's my train.

_Au revoir_.

We meet at the station.' He bustled off, looking very smart with his neat clothes and a rose in his button-hole.
I lunched impatiently, and at two was turning over some new books in Traill's shop with an eye on the street-door behind me.

It seemed a public place for an assignation.

I had begun to dip into a big illustrated book on flower-gardens when an assistant came up.