She succeeded easily enough.
He was almost opposite her table, and her half smile seemed to leave him but little choice.

He touched the back of the chair which fronted hers, and took off his hat.
"Mademoiselle permits ?" he asked softly.
"But certainly," she answered.

"It is you for whom I have been waiting!" "Mademoiselle flatters me!" he murmured, more than a little astonished.
"Not in the least," she answered.

"I have been waiting to ask you what has become of my brother--Guy Poynton!" He drew out the chair and seated himself.

His eyes never left her face.
"Mademoiselle," he murmured, "this is most extraordinary!" She noticed then that his hands were trembling..