They had the appearance of having stopped during a motoring journey, for dinner; for the man, too, wore the costume affected by that cult. But they, apparently, had lost all interest in the meal; they bent toward each other and conversed in low, eager tones. “She’s telling him something, and it’s about us,” thought Garry. “And, by George, doesn’t he seem pleased to hear it, though. I never saw a man’s face light up so much before.” He continued to give the couple his attention while Kenyon gave his orders to the waiter; after the man had gone he said: “I say, Kenyon, do you know that we seemed to startle that young woman as we came in. Now, don’t look around, I tell you,” sharply. “They are not yet aware that I’ve noticed them, and I’d rather they wouldn’t be.” “Startled her, did you say?” Kenyon leaned toward the other, and his eyes narrowed expectantly. “What does she look like?” “I did not have a chance to see. She drew her veil instantly upon sight of us; and it’s really the most competent veil I ever saw. It hides her completely.” “And the man!” “He is elderly. His head is half bald and he has craggy, prominent features. I wouldn’t like to be positive, but from this distance he seems to have the coldest and most vulture-like eye I ever saw.” “A most interesting person, indeed,” smiled Kenyon. “Interested, you mean. If you don’t feel his eyes boring through your back, you are absolutely without that sense. He seems upon the point of devouring you. I can’t make out just how the girl is taking it, not being able to see her face; but it’s what she is saying that’s exciting her companion and causing him to radiate so. They must be people who know you.” “I told you this morning, that I knew no one in New York.” “You made some acquaintances last night,” said Webster, meaningly. “The man is not one of them.” “How about the woman.” Again Kenyon’s eyes narrowed; there were little puckers about their corners. “About her I cannot say.” He paused for a moment, and then asked, eagerly: “What is the color of her hair. Is she light or dark?” “The veil conceals everything, and she holds it in place in a way that plainly shows that she intends it to go on doing so.” When their dinner began to arrive Webster took his eyes from the pair for a few moments; and when he looked up again they had gone. “Why, I really thought they were good for an hour,” said the young Chicagoan. “It does not seem possible that their interest could slacken enough in that time to permit of their going away.” Kenyon did not reply, but sat staring moodily before him. He had maintained this attitude for some time before Webster noticed it; and then the latter grew suddenly silent.