She looked up at him. She said:
"Well, I'm going to be very rude and say that I don't remember you. I expect I ought to."
Guelvada looked disappointed. He said:
"I think you ought to."
The weedy young man said: "I feel I ought to too. I've seen you somewhere. In fact, I'm certain I've met you— I just can't remember where."
Guelvada gave him a quick smile. He realised the young man was trying to help; was afraid of saying too much.
He drew up an empty chair; sat down. He did this almost unobtrusively. He was smiling at Mrs. Mallary. She smiled back. Already in her mind she had decided that Guelvada was "interesting."
Guelvada, smiling diffidently, looked straight into her eyes. His own were very dark brown, limpid, almost appealing. He was unconscious of the fact that, where women we
