She was irritated. Robinson should have told them something of her background, so that they would have drawn her into their technical talk of glass if they chose. At home her father and his fellow associates had regarded her as equally knowledgeable as they. But these grandees of the world crystal ignored her, except for an occasional smiled apology for talking across her, and when she did throw in a remark which she knew made a technical point, it was uncanny how swiftly Robinson broke in to turn the discussion aside to something else. If it were possible he could aleady suspect her of spying in his camp, he didn't have been more watchful of what she might say or hear!
When she left them to their liqueurs an brandy, she supposed they would join her later the salotto. But Robinson, escor
