I watched them for several minutes before I
moved or spoke; and never once did Harry's eyes leave her face.
Then I advanced a step, calling his name; and they turned and
caught sight of me.
"Paul!" cried Harry, leaping to his feet; then he stopped short
and stared at me half defiantly, half curiously, moving close to
Le Mire and placing his hand on her shoulder like a child
clinging to a toy.
His companion had not moved, except to turn her head; but after
the first swift shadow of surprise her face brightened with a
smile of welcome, for all the world as though this were a morning
call in her boudoir.
"Senor and Senora Ramal, I believe?" said I with a smile,
crossing to them with an exaggerated bow.
I could see Harry cocking his ear to catch the tone of my first
words, and when he heard their friendliness a grin overspread his
face. He took his hand from Le Mire's shoulder and held it out to
me.
"How did you come here? How did you find us?"
"You forgot to provide Le Mire with a veil," said I by way of
answer.
Harry looked at me, then at his companion. "Of course," he
agreed--"of course. By Jove! that was stupid of us.
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