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No one could have called him handsome, no one could have found him undistinguished. Even without the knowledge of his millions, people who glanced at him recognised the atmosphere of power. "Wonder what old Anselman's thinking about," one man asked another in an opposite corner. "Money bags," was the prompt reply. "The man thinks money, he dreams money, he lives money.
Lady Anselman's party was suddenly increased by the advent of some acquaintances from an adjoining table, all of whom desired to be presented to Madame Selarne. Major Thomson, set at liberty, made his way at once towards the small table at which Captain Granet and Geraldine Conyers were seated. She welcomed him with a smile. "Are you coming to have coffee with us?" she asked?
A few minutes later in obedience to Lady Anselman's signal, they all made their way into the lounge, where coffee was being served. Granet made his way to Geraldine's side but she received him a little coldly. "I have been doing my aunt's behests," he explained.
"I had the pleasure of meeting her at lunch at Lady Anselman's the other day. We have been playing golf together at Brancaster." Sir Meyville began to mumble to himself as he pushed them into the boat. "My fault," he muttered, "my fault. Captain Granet, I thought that my daughter knew my wishes. I am not at present in a position to receive guests or visitors of any description.
I hope you don't think that I am horribly forward. I am quite willing to admit that I like you, that I liked you from the first moment we met at Lady Anselman's luncheon.
"Captain Granet is trying to persuade you to leave London this evening?" Thomson asked quietly. "He wants me very much to go down to Lady Anselman's at Reigate to-night," Geraldine explained. "I really accepted Lady Anselman's invitation some days ago, but that was before mother was so unwell. I have written your aunt, Captain Granet," she continued, turning to him.
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