Captain Baring likes me to play at the same table, and he is here for such a short time that one tries to be kind.

It is indeed kindness," she added, taking up her gold purse and belongings, "for he plays so badly." She moved towards the table.

It happened to be Baring who cut out, and he and Norgate drifted together.

They exchanged a few remarks.
"I met you at Marseilles once," Norgate reminded him.

"You were with the Mediterranean Squadron, commanding the _Leicester_, I believe." "Thought I'd seen you somewhere before," was the prompt acknowledgment.
"You're in the Diplomatic Service, aren't you ?" Norgate admitted the fact and suggested a drink.