May I have the pleasure of an introduction ?" Chris glanced quickly round at the first deliberate syllable, and saw a tall, grave-faced man of possibly thirty, standing at Jack's elbow.
Jack looked round too, and sprang impulsively to his feet.

"You, Trevor! I thought you were on the other side of the world.

My dear chap, why on earth didn't you speak before?
You might have dined with us.

Mademoiselle Gautier, may I present my friend, Mr.Mordaunt ?" Mademoiselle acknowledged the introduction stiffly.

She had no liking for strange men.
But Chris looked at the new-comer with frank interest, forgetful for the moment of her trouble.