Lady Weybourne followed the direction of his gaze.

A man and a girl had reached the entrance to the restaurant and were looking around them as though to select a table.
The chief maitre d'hotel had hastened out to receive them.

They were, without doubt, people of importance.

The man was of medium height, with iron-grey hair and moustache, and a small imperial.

He wore light clothes of perfect cut; patent shoes with white linen gaiters; a black tie fastened with a pin of opals.