"Good-by," he said; "I--I am not sure that I shall go."
He dined at the Savoy again that night, in company with some
Englishmen. They sat at a table in the corner where they could
observe the whole extent of the room, and their talk was eager and
their laughter constant and hearty. It was only when the boy who led
the orchestra began to walk among the tables, playing an air of
peculiar sadness, that Corbin's manner lost its vivacity, and he sank
into a sudden silence, with his eyes fixed on the table before him.
"That's odd," said one of his companions. "I say, Corbin, look at
that chap! What's he doing?"
Corbin raised his eyes. He saw Edouard standing at the same table at
which for the last two nights Miss Warriner had been seated. "What is
it?" he asked.
"Why, that violin chap," said the Englishman. "Don't you see? He's
been playing to the only vacant table in the room, and to an empty
chair."
IN THE FOG
I
The Grill is the club most difficult of access in the world. To be
placed on its rolls distinguishes the new member as greatly as though
he had received a vacant Garter or had been caricatured in "Vanity
Fair.
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