"I mean the lady, the young peacherino—gee! She was wonderful!"
Malcolm shared his enthusiasm but was not prepared to express himself with such vigour.
"That girl," said his companion, speaking with evident sincerity, "is wasted—what a face for a beauty chorus!"
Malcolm laughed. He was not a very approachable man, but there was something about this stranger which broke down all barriers.
"Well, I'm glad I've seen him," said Mr. Cherry Bim again emphatically. "I wonder what he's done."
Malcolm turned to move off, and the little man followed his example.
"What do you mean—what has he done?" asked the amused Malcolm.
"Oh, nothing," said the other airily. "but I just wondered, that's all."
"I'm glad I've seen them too," said Malcolm; "I nearly missed them. I was sitting so long over lunch"
"You're a lucky man," said Mr. Bim.
"To have seen them?"
"No, to have sat over lunch," said Cherry with an inward groan. "My! I'd like to see what a lunch looks like."
Malcolm looked at the man with a new interest and a new sympathy.
