"Her name is Lolly Hope."
"I mean the _man_."
"He is her friend," I said. "I never met him till last night."
It was pretty dark, and I could not see his face, but insensibly I felt
him lean toward me to look at mine; and then he said in a low voice:
"Are you sure of that?"
"Why, yes," I said. "I don't know the man at all. Did you think that I
did?" He did not answer me, and I added, "Was it because of _him_ you
did not speak to me last night?"
"I did bow to you," he said, and then added reluctantly, "though I
can't say I admired the looks of your party."