The flow of words stopped at once, he looked at his young patron almost whimsically and a little smile played about his mouth.
"'I am sorry,'" he repeated.

"Those were the words the young lady spoke to you on the steps of the hotel.

You have spoken with her, monsieur, and thanked her for them ?" "No," said Chayne, and there was much indifference in his voice.
Women had, as yet, not played a great part in Chayne's life.

Easy to please, but difficult to stir, he had in the main just talked with them by the way and gone on forgetfully: and when any one had turned and walked a little of his road beside him, she had brought to him no thought that here might be a companion for all the way.

His indifference roused Michel to repeat, and this time unmistakably, the warning he had twice uttered.
He leaned across the table, fixing his eyes very earnestly on his patron's face.