"Well, if he does come," said Tony, "will you tell him for me--Sir Antony Conway--that I shall not be able to join him. He can pick up the car at the R.A.C." The man promised to deliver the message, and ringing off, Tony strolled back through the restaurant to the place where he had parted from his charming if slightly mysterious companion. He met her just coming out of the cloak-room. "Oh, I hope I haven't kept you very long," she said penitently. Tony looked down into the clear amber eyes that were turned up to his own, and thought that she was even prettier than he had at first imagined. "I have only just this moment finished telephoning," he said. "The Central Exchange are like the gods. They never hurry." She laughed softly, and then, as the waiter on duty opened the door with a low bow, they walked forward into the restaurant. M. Gustave, more affable than ever, came up to conduct them to their table. At the sight of the charming arrangement in maidenhair and narcissi which decorated the centre, the girl gave a little exclamation of pleasure. "But how beautiful!" she said. "I never knew English restaurants----" She stopped short as though she suddenly thought the remark were better unfinished. Tony took no notice of her slight embarrassment. "I am glad you like flowers," he said. "It's such a nice primitive, healthy taste. Since Mr. Chamberlain died I believe I am the only person in London who still wears a button-hole." They sat down on opposite sides of the table, and for the first time he was able to enjoy a complete and leisurely survey of his companion. She was younger than he had thought at first--a mere girl of seventeen or eighteen--with the complexion of a wild rose, and the lithe, slender figure of a forest dryad. It was her red hair and the little firm, delicately moulded chin which gave her that curious superficial resemblance to Molly which had originally attracted his attention. He saw now that there were several differences between them--one of the most noticeable being the colour of their eyes. Molly's were blue--blue as the sky, while this girl's were of clear deep amber, like the water of some still pool in the middle of a moorland stream. What charmed him most of all, however, was the faint air of sensitive pride that hung about her like some fragrant perfume. Although obviously frightened and apparently in a very awkward predicament, she was yet facing the situation with nervous thoroughbred courage that filled Tony with admiration. One thing struck him as rather incongruous. She had said she had no money, and yet even to his masculine eyes it was quite clear that the clothes she was wearing, though simple in appearance, could have been made by a most expensive dressmaker. On the little finger of her left hand he also noticed a sapphire and diamond ring which if real must be of considerable value. All this combined to fill him with an agreeable and stimulating curiosity.