Who was she?
Why was she here?
With cat-like quietness the young Chinaman entered between the screens and stood beside her.

On a small tablet which Howland had not before observed she wrote her order.

It was for tea.

He noticed that she gave the waiter a dollar bill in payment and that the Chinaman returned seventy-five cents to her in change.
"Discrimination," he chuckled to himself.

"Proof that she's not a stranger here, and knows the price of things." He poured his last half cup of tea and when he lifted his eyes he was surprised to find that the girl was looking at him.