He had scarcely taken a dozen steps, however, when he came face to face with Lady Hunterleys and Mr.Draconmeyer.

Quite oblivious of the fact that they seemed inclined to avoid him, he greeted them both with unusual warmth.
"Saw your husband just now, Lady Hunterleys," he remarked, a little puzzled.

"I fancied he said he was alone here." She smiled.
"We did not come together," she explained; "in fact, our meeting was almost accidental.

Henry had been at Bordighera and San Remo and I came out with Mr.and Mrs.Draconmeyer." The young man nodded and turned towards Draconmeyer, who was standing a little on one side as though anxious to proceed.
"Mr.Draconmeyer doesn't remember me, perhaps.

I met him at my sister's, Lady Weybourne's, just before Christmas." "I remember you perfectly," Mr.Draconmeyer assured him courteously.