'That is for a friend of mine who came in about five minutes ago.
Of course I told him he must share our steak. He'll be here in a
moment.'

'May I respectfully inquire his name?'

'Dimmock - Christian name Reginald; profession, English
companion to Prince Aribert of Posen. I met him when I was in St
Petersburg with cousin Hetty last fall. Oh; here he is. Mr
Dimmock, this is my dear father. He has succeeded with the steak.'

Theodore Racksole found himself confronted by a very young
man, with deep black eyes, and a fresh, boyish expression. They
began to talk.

Jules approached with the steak. Racksole tried to catch the
waiter's eye, but could not. The dinner proceeded.

'Oh, Father!' cried Nella, 'what a lot of mustard you have taken!'

'Have I?' he said, and then he happened to glance into a mirror on
his left hand between two windows. He saw the reflection of Jules,
who stood behind his chair, and he saw Jules give a slow,
significant, ominous wink to Mr Dimmock - Christian name,
Reginald.

He examined his mustard in silence. He thought that perhaps he
had helped himself rather plenteously to mustard.

Chapter Three AT THREE A.M.