Miss Van Tuyn, who had not said a word to Arabian of her friends who were dining by the window, although she guessed that he had probably noticed Alick Craven when they came in, resolved to take a bold step. It was useless any longer to play for concealment. Since she came out to dine in public with Arabian, since he had asked her to marry him and she had not refused--though she had not accepted--since she knew very well that she had not the will power to send him out of her life, she resolved to do what she had not done in Glebe Place and introduce him to Craven. She even decided that if it seemed possible that the two men could get on amicably for a few minutes she would go a step farther; she would introduce Arabian to Adela Sellingworth. Adela should see that she, Beryl, was absolutely indifferent to what Craven did, or did not do. And Craven should be made to understand that she went on her way happily without him, and not with an old man, though he had chosen as his companion an old woman. And, incidentally, she would put Arabian to the test which had been missed in Glebe Place. With this determination in her mind she said to Arabian: “There are two friends of mine at the table in the corner by the window.” “Yes?” he said. And he turned his head to look. As he did so, perhaps influenced by his eyes, or by the fact that the attention of two minds was at that moment concentrated on him, Craven looked towards them. “I want to introduce you to them if possible,” said Miss Van Tuyn. And she made a gesture to Craven, beckoned to him to come to her. He looked surprised, reluctant. She saw that he flushed slightly. But she persisted in her invitation. She had lost her head in Glebe Place, but now she would retrieve the situation. Vanity, fear, an obscure jealousy, and something else pushed her on. And she beckoned again. She saw Craven lean over and say something to Lady Sellingworth. Then he got up and came down the room towards her, threading his way among the many tables. Miss Van Tuyn was looking at him just then and not at Arabian. Craven came up, looking stiff, almost awkward, and markedly more English than usual. At least she thought so. “How d’you do, Miss Van Tuyn? How are you?” She gave him her hand with a smile. “Very well! You see, I’ve not forgotten my old haunts. And I see you haven’t, either. Let me introduce you to my friend, Mr. Arabian. Mr. Craven--Mr. Arabian.” Arabian got up and bowed. “Pleased to meet you!” he said in a formal voice. “Good evening!” said Craven, staring hard at him. “I mustn’t ask you to sit down,” said Miss Van Tuyn. “As you are tied up with Adela. But”--she hesitated for an instant, then continued with hardihood--“can’t you persuade Adela to join us for coffee?” At this moment Arabian made a movement and opened his lips as if about to say something. “Yes?” she said, looking at him. “I was only going to say that these tables are so very small. Is it not so? How should we manage?”