"Been here two years--good berth." He deftly steered Gilling towards the refreshment bar, and glanced out of his eye corner at Copplestone.
"Friend of yours ?" he suggested hospitably.

"Introduce us, dear boy--my name is the same as before, you know!" "Mr.Copplestone, Mr.Montmorency," said Gilling.

"Mr.Montmorency, Mr.
Copplestone." "Servant, sir," said Mr.Montmorency.

"Pleased to meet any friend of my friend! And what will you take, dear boys, and how are things with you, Gilling, old man--now who on earth would have thought of seeing you here ?" Copplestone held his peace while Gilling and Mr.Montmorency held interesting converse.

He was sure that his companion would turn this unexpected meeting to account, and he therefore felt no surprise when Gilling, after giving him a private nudge, plumped the manager with a direct question.
"Did you see Addie Chatfield when she was here about a year ago ?" he asked.