His manner became almost serious.
"I hope so, too," he said quietly.
"Olive, come and make friends with my nephew if you can spare a moment from your young man," Lady Anselman continued.

"Captain Granet--Miss Olive Moreton.

And this is Geraldine's brother--Lieutenant Conyers." The two men shook hands pleasantly.

Lady Anselman glanced at the clock and turned briskly towards the corridor.
"And now, I think," she announced, "luncheon." As she moved forward, she was suddenly conscious of the man who had been talking to Madame Selarne.

He had drawn a little on one side and he was watching the young soldier with a curious intentness.