CHAPTER III

“/An/ interesting man,” said Mr. Reeder, as the cab crossed Westminster Bridge. “He is in fact the most interesting man I know at this particular moment. It was fate that I should walk into him as I did. But I wish he wouldn’t wear diamond rings!” He stole a sidelong glance at his companion. “Well, did you--um--like the place?” “It is very beautiful,” she said, without enthusiasm, “but it is rather far away from London.” His face fell. “Have you declined the post?” he asked anxiously. She half turned in the seat an…