Go and talk to him.

He may put you out of your misery.

Thanks ever so much for my luncheon, and au revoir!" She turned away with a little nod.

Her brother, after a moment's hesitation, approached the table where Hunterleys was sitting alone.
"How do you do, Sir Henry ?" Hunterleys returned his greeting, a little blankly at first.

Then he remembered the young man and held out his hand.
"Of course! You are Richard Lane, aren't you?
Sit down and have some coffee.