Part 96 (1/2)
”Yes?” she said, looking at him.
”I was only going to say that these tables are so very small. Is it not so? How should we manage?”
”Oh, we can tuck in somehow.”
She turned again to Craven.
”Do ask her. Or we might come over to you.”
”Very well!” said Craven, still stiffly.
He glanced round towards the window and started.
”What's the matter?”
Miss Van Tuyn leaned forward and looked.
There was no longer anyone sitting at the table by the window.
Lady Sellingworth had disappeared.
CHAPTER V
”What has become of Adela?” exclaimed Miss Van Tuyn.
”I haven't the least idea,” said Craven, looking uncomfortable.
”Perhaps--She complained of the heat just now. She may have gone to the door to get some air. Please forgive me!”
He glanced from Miss Van Tuyn to Arabian, who was still standing up stiffly, with a rigidly polite expression on his face.
”I must just see!”
He turned away and walked down the restaurant.
When he got to the counter where the _padrona_ sat enthroned he found their waitress standing near it.
”Where is the signora?” he asked.
”The signora took her fur and went out, signorino,” said the woman.
”The bill, please!”
”_Ecco, signorino!_”
The woman presented the bill. Craven paid it, tipped her, got his coat and hat, and went hurriedly out.
He expected to find Lady Sellingworth on the doorstep, but no one was there, and he looked down the street, first to the right, then to the left. In the distance on the left he saw the tall figure of a woman walking slowly near a lamp-post, and he hurried down the street.
As his footsteps rang on the pavement the woman turned round, and showed the white face and luminous eyes of Lady Sellingworth.