But before he could frame an answer, the Baroness intervened.
"Louise," she said softly, "do you not think that this place is a little public for intimate conversation, and will you not introduce to me your friend ?" Wrayson, who had been afraid of dismissal, turned at once, almost eagerly, towards the Baroness.

She smiled at him graciously.

Louise hesitated for a moment.

There was no smile upon her lips.

She bowed, however, to the inevitable.
"This is Mr.Wrayson," she said quietly; "the Baroness de Sturm." The Baroness raised her eyebrows, and she bestowed upon Wrayson a comprehending look.